يَاO أُمَّتِيmy nation تُنْكِريyou reject نُصْحَthe counsel امْرِيءٍof a man
يَا أُمَّتِي تُنْكِري نُصْحَ امْرِيءٍ
يَأْبَىrefuses لَكِfor you الضَّيزَىan unfair share وَجَوْرَand the injustice القَاسِمِof the divider
يَأْبَى لَكِ الضَّيزَى وَجَوْرَ القَاسِمِ
O my nation, you reject the counsel of a man
Who will not accept for you an unfair share or the divider’s injustice,
وَيَخَافُand fears عَاقِبَةَthe outcome الصَّغَارِof abasement وَقَوْمُهُwhile his people
وَيَخَافُ عَاقِبَةَ الصَّغَارِ وَقَوْمُهُ
بَاؤُواbecame burdened بِهِwith it فِيin المَأْزِقِthe fray المُتَلاحِمِclose-fought
بَاؤُوا بِهِ فِي المَأْزِقِ المُتَلاحِمِ
And fears the outcome of abasement, while his people
Have incurred it in the thick of the fray.
أَعْزِزْhow grievous عَلَيْنَاfor us أَنْthat نَرَىwe see أَوْطَانَنَاour homelands
أَعْزِزْ عَلَيْنَا أَنْ نَرَى أَوْطَانَنَا
فِرَقاًin fragments وَتُقْتَسَمُand are divided up اقْتِسَامَlike the dividing غَنَائِمِof spoils
فِرَقاً وَتُقْتَسَمُ اقْتِسَامَ غَنَائِمِ
How grievous for us to see our homelands
In fragments, divided up like spoils.
مَاnot إِنْat all دَهَاهَاafflicted them مِنْfrom عِدَاهَاtheir foes مَاwhat دَهَىbefell
مَا إِنْ دَهَاهَا مِنْ عِدَاهَا مَا دَهَى
مِنْfrom أَنْفُسٍsouls فِيهَاwithin them مِرَاضsick عَزَائِمِin resolve
مِنْ أَنْفُسٍ فِيهَا مِرَاض عَزَائِمِ
They have suffered less from their foes than
From souls within them, sick in their resolve,
تَهْوَىlove الحَيَاةَlife عَلَىin الهَوَانِabasement وَرَاءَbeyond مَاwhat
تَهْوَى الحَيَاةَ عَلَى الهَوَانِ وَرَاءَ مَا
بَلَغَhas reached الهَوَىpassion مِنْin قَلْبٍa heart صَبٍّlovesick هَائِمِwandering in love
بَلَغَ الهَوَى مِنْ قَلْبٍ صَبٍّ هَائِمِ
Who love life in abasement beyond the reach
Of passion in a lovesick, wandering heart.
مَظْلومَةٌwronged فِيهَاin it فَإِنْthen if لَمْnot تُقْلِهَاthey loathe it
مَظْلومَةٌ فِيهَا فَإِنْ لَمْ تُقْلِهَا
مِنْout of عِزَّةٍself-respect كَيْفَhow القِلَىhatred لِلظَّالِمِfor the oppressor
مِنْ عِزَّةٍ كَيْفَ القِلَى لِلظَّالِمِ
Wronged in that life—if they do not loathe it
Out of self-respect, how can they loathe the oppressor?
إِنْif غَرَّهَاhas deluded them أَنَّthat النَّجَاةَescape مِنَfrom الأَذَىharm
إِنْ غَرَّهَا أَنَّ النَّجَاةَ مِنَ الأَذَى
عُذْرٌan excuse لَهَاfor them فَالعُذْرُthen the excuse لَيْسَis not بِقَائِمِvalid
عُذْرٌ لَهَا فَالعُذْرُ لَيْسَ بِقَائِمِ
If they are deluded into thinking that escape from harm
Is an excuse for them, that excuse does not stand;
أَوْor أَنَّهَاthat they بِالكَظْمِby suppressing grief تَقْضِيachieve مَأْرَباًan aim
أَوْ أَنَّهَا بِالكَظْمِ تَقْضِي مَأْرَباً
لاno بَثَّoutpouring of grief أَخْيَبُmore futile مِنْthan دُمُوعِthe tears الكَاظِمِof one who suppresses grief
لا بَثَّ أَخْيَبُ مِنْ دُمُوعِ الكَاظِمِ
Or that by stifling their anguish they can achieve an aim—
No lament is more futile than the tears of one who suppresses grief.
يَاO أُمَّتِيmy nation إِنْif تَذْكُرِيyou recall مَجْداًa glory مَضَىgone by
يَا أُمَّتِي إِنْ تَذْكُرِي مَجْداً مَضَى
فَالمَجْدُthen glory لاnot يُرْضِيهِsatisfies it نَوْحُthe mourning حَمَائِمِof doves
فَالمَجْدُ لا يُرْضِيهِ نَوْحُ حَمَائِمِ
O my nation, if you recall a glory past,
Glory is not satisfied by the mourning of doves.
Sol 6.1