شبابyouth العربthe Arabs بوركتمmay you be blessed شباباas young men
شباب العرب بوركتم شبابا
أباةrejecters of الضيمoppression فيin الجلىthe great ordeal غضاباwrathful
أباة الضيم في الجلى غضابا
Arab youth, blessed be you in your youth,
O Arab youth, may you be blessed in your youth
defying oppression, wrathful in the great ordeal.
Stubborn in the face of injustice, raging
وبوركتمand may you be blessed منthan الاسادlions اقوىstronger
وبوركتم من الاساد اقوى
قلوباًin heart فيin الوغىbattle واحدand sharper ناباin fang
قلوباً في الوغى واحد نابا
And blessed be you, stronger than lions
And may you be blessed among the lions, the strongest
of heart in battle, and sharper of fang.
In the fray, one sharp fang
وبوركand blessed be تربthe soil of سورياSyria تراباearth
وبورك ترب سوريا ترابا
حواكمenfolded you ياO ضحاياهاher victims الشباباthe young
حواكم يا ضحاياها الشبابا
And blessed be Syria's soil, the earth
And blessed is Syria's soil, dust
that enfolded you, O her fallen youth.
It embraced you, O its martyred youth
فأنتمfor you خالدونare immortal وانand even if لقيتمyou met
فأنتم خالدون وان لقيتم
مناياكمyour deaths ولاقيتمand you faced صعاباhardships
مناياكم ولاقيتم صعابا
For you are immortal, even though you met
For you are immortal, even if you met
your deaths and faced hardships.
Your death, and endured difficulties
شبابyouth العربthe Arabs سورياSyria سلامa greeting
شباب العرب سوريا سلام
ارجعهI echo it سلاماًa salutation مستطاباwelcome
ارجعه سلاماً مستطابا
Arab youth of Syria, a greeting
O Arab youth, Syria, peace
I echo as a welcome salutation,
Return it, a sweet peace
وابعثهand I send it معwith النسماتthe breezes عطراًas fragrance
وابعثه مع النسمات عطراً
واشعاعاًand radiance واكسيراًand an elixir مذاباdissolved
واشعاعاً واكسيراً مذابا
and send with the breezes as fragrance,
And send it with the breezes, a fragrance
and as radiance and a dissolved elixir.
And radiance and healing elixir
اسائلI ask والفؤادand the heart بهwithin it كلومwounds
اسائل والفؤاد به كلوم
إذاwhen آسيتهاI tend them لمعتthey gleam حراباas spears
إذا آسيتها لمعت حرابا
I ask, with wounds within my heart
I ask, my heart burdened
that, when I tend them, gleam like spears:
If I hurt it, swords would shine
الاis there no يومa day يمرpasses بلاwithout اضطرابturmoil
الا يوم يمر بلا اضطراب
وقسوةand cruelty ظالمof a tyrant تلدbreeds اضطراباturmoil
وقسوة ظالم تلد اضطرابا
Is there no day that passes without turmoil,
Oh day that passes without turmoil
or a tyrant's cruelty breeding turmoil,
And the cruelty of an unjust one begets turmoil
وقتلىand the slain يوردونare driven to الحتفdeath ظلماًunjustly
وقتلى يوردون الحتف ظلماً
وخصمand an enemy ماnot رمىhe shot الاexcept اصاباhe hit
وخصم ما رمى الا اصابا
or victims unjustly driven to death,
And victims who meet their death unjustly
or an enemy who never shoots but hits?
And a foe who aims only to hit his mark
ألاAh ياO ليتناwould that we كناwere تراباdust
ألا يا ليتنا كنا ترابا
إذاif لمdoes not ينبذcast off السيفthe sword القراباthe sheath
إذا لم ينبذ السيف القرابا
Oh, would that we were dust,
Oh, would that we were but dust
if the sword does not cast off its sheath.
When the sword does not spare even kin
وخصمand the enemy of بلادناour country ماnot تابrepented يوماًever
وخصم بلادنا ما تاب يوماً
ولوand if الفىhe encountered صليلthe clang of السيفthe sword تاباhe would repent
ولو الفى صليل السيف تابا
And our country's enemy has never repented,
And our country's foe never repented
yet had he heard the sword's clang, he would have repented.
Even if the clashing of swords made him repent
سألناهwe asked him السلامfor peace فلمbut did not يجبناanswer us
سألناه السلام فلم يجبنا
وماand did not فهمunderstand السؤالthe question ولاnor الجواباthe answer
وما فهم السؤال ولا الجوابا
We asked him for peace, but he did not answer us,
We asked him for peace but he did not answer us
and understood neither the question nor the answer.
He understood not the question or the answer
شبابyouth العربthe Arabs منamong قتلىthe slain وجرحىand the wounded
شباب العرب من قتلى وجرحى
وفيand in الاغلالchains يطوونthey traverse الرحاباthe wide expanses
وفي الاغلال يطوون الرحابا
Arab youth, among the slain and wounded,
O Arab youth, martyred and wounded
and those who cross the wide expanses in chains,
And in chains, crossing the expanse
علىupon أشلائكمyour torn remains نبنيwe build صروحاًlofty edifices
على أشلائكم نبني صروحاً
ومنand from هاماتكمyour heads نعليwe raise high القباباthe domes
ومن هاماتكم نعلي القبابا
upon your torn remains we build lofty edifices,
Upon your limbs we build edifices
and from your heads we raise the domes.
And from your zeal we raise domes
وفيand within صيحاتكمyour cries برقlightning ورعدand thunder
وفي صيحاتكم برق ورعد
وماءand the water of المزنrainclouds ينسكبpours انسكاباcopiously
وماء المزن ينسكب انسكابا
And within your cries are lightning and thunder,
In your cries, lightning and thunder
and the rainclouds' water pours in torrents.
And rain pouring heavily
أثرتمyou stirred فيin حناياناour innermost hearts شجوناsorrows
أثرتم في حنايانا شجونا
وأيقظتمand you awakened امانيناour hopes عذاباsweet
وأيقظتم امانينا عذابا
You stirred sorrows within our hearts,
You stirred in our bosoms sorrows
and awakened our sweet hopes.
And awakened our slumbering hopes
نمجدwe glorify فيكمin you روحthe spirit of التساميrising above
نمجد فيكم روح التسامي
عنabove الدنياthis world وافئدةand hearts صلاباsteadfast
عن الدنيا وافئدة صلابا
We glorify in you the spirit of rising
Through you we honor the spirit of rising
above this world, and steadfast hearts.
Above worldly life, of staunch hearts
وماand what is الدنياthis world سرابa mirage فيin فلاةa wasteland
وما الدنيا سراب في فلاة
يشعit radiates سنىًlight فتحسنهso you deem it beautiful حباباbubbling water
يشع سنىً فتحسنه حبابا
And what is this world? A mirage in a wasteland,
What is worldly life but a mirage in desolation
gleaming with light, so you find it lovely as bubbling water.
Emitting heat, which seems to be vapor
ألاAh لاmay not كانتexist الدنياthis world إذاif لمdo not
ألا لا كانت الدنيا إذا لم
نعشwe live فيهاin it اعزاءhonored جناباin standing
نعش فيها اعزاء جنابا
Ah, may this world not exist if we do not
If not for dear ones in it
live in it with honor and dignity.
We would not live in it, nor were we noble
ولاnor كناwould we be كراماًnoble انif نكسناwe recoiled
ولا كنا كراماً ان نكسنا
عنfrom الجلىthe great ordeal ولاnor كناwould we be شباباyoung men
عن الجلى ولا كنا شبابا
Nor would we be noble if we shrank
If we bent before injustice, nor were we youth
from the great ordeal, nor would we be young men.
The life of Arabs after you is vain
حياةthe life of العربthe Arabs بعدكمafter you هباءdust
حياة العرب بعدكم هباء
إذاif لمdo not يسلكواthey follow النهجthe path الصواباright
إذا لم يسلكوا النهج الصوابا
The life of the Arabs after you is dust,
If they do not follow the right path
if they do not tread the right path.
Are you not brothers of ours, noble ones
ألستمare you not اخوةbrothers مناof ours كراماnoble
ألستم اخوة منا كراما
فقدناwe lost فيكمin you ظفراًa claw وناباand a fang
فقدنا فيكم ظفراً ونابا
Are you not noble brothers of ours?
Whom we have lost, O sharp fangs
In you we have lost a claw and a fang.
Are you not the best horsemen
ألستمare you not خيرthe best منof those who ركبrode المطاياthe mounts
ألستم خير من ركب المطايا
غداةon the morning of الروحdeparture والخيلand the horses العراباpurebred Arabian
غداة الروح والخيل العرابا
Are you not the finest riders of mounts,
At dawn, when souls and steeds are Arabian
on the morning of departure, and of purebred Arabian steeds?
And whoever avoids your fate
ومنand who حاشاكمexcept you يردgoes to meet المناياdeath
ومن حاشاكم يرد المنايا
ويحتقرand scorns النوائبcalamities والصعاباand hardships
ويحتقر النوائب والصعابا
And who, apart from you, goes forth to meet death
And scorns misfortunes and difficulties
and scorns calamities and hardships?
Longing brings him close to the glory
يقربهdraws him إلىtoward الجلىthe great ordeal حنينa yearning
يقربه إلى الجلى حنين
فيطويand so he traverses فيon ركائبهاits mounts الهضاباthe uplands
فيطوي في ركائبها الهضابا
A yearning draws him toward the great ordeal,
That the highlands fold in their terrain
and on its mounts he crosses the uplands.
And hatred of a people who made us suffer
ويجمعناand unites us بكمwith you ألمpain وحقدand hatred
ويجمعنا بكم ألم وحقد
علىagainst قومa people إذاقوناwho made us taste العذاباtorment
على قوم إذاقونا العذابا
And pain and hatred bind us to you
Brings us together with you
against a people who made us taste torment.
They appeared like harmless lambs for a while
بدواthey appeared فيin بردةthe cloak of الحملانlambs حيناًfor a while
بدوا في بردة الحملان حيناً
فلماthen when مزقتit was torn ظهرواthey emerged ذئاباas wolves
فلما مزقت ظهروا ذئابا
For a while they appeared in the cloak of lambs;
But when the cloak was torn, wolves emerged
then, when it was torn, they emerged as wolves.
Slaves whose vile lives are licentiousness
عبيدslaves to حياتهمtheir lives عشراءcompanions سوءin evil
عبيد حياتهم عشراء سوء
انانيينselfish لاnot يخشونthey fear عاباreproach
انانيين لا يخشون عابا
Slaves to their lives, companions in evil,
Selfish, fearing no criticism
selfish men who fear no reproach,
Slaves of money, desiring only
عبيدslaves to المالmoney لاnot يبغونthey seek الاexcept
عبيد المال لا يبغون الا
مناماًsleep اوor طعاماًfood أوor شراباdrink
مناماً او طعاماً أو شرابا
slaves to money, seeking nothing but
Sleep, food or drink
sleep, food, or drink.
Of no use is their massive bodies
وماand what نفعuse الضخامةbulk فيin جسومbodies
وما نفع الضخامة في جسوم
إذاif أرواحهاtheir souls كانتwere خراباruins
إذا أرواحها كانت خرابا
And what good is bulk in bodies
If their souls are in ruins
if their souls lie in ruins?
Our martyrs, we bid you farewell and move on
ضحاياناour victims نشيعكمwe escort you to burial ونمضيand march on
ضحايانا نشيعكم ونمضي
علىin آثاركمyour footsteps أسداًas lions غضاباwrathful
على آثاركم أسداً غضابا
Our fallen, we escort you to burial and march on
In your footsteps, raging lions
in your footsteps as wrathful lions.
And we recall the blood you shed
ونذكرand we remember ماwhat أرقتمyou shed منof دماءblood
ونذكر ما أرقتم من دماء
جرتit flowed حمراًred فخضبتand so dyed الشعاباthe ravines
جرت حمراً فخضبت الشعابا
And we remember the blood you shed,
That flowed red, dyeing the mountain paths
which ran red and stained the ravines.
And we recall the souls you lost
ونذكرand we remember ماwhat فقدتمyou lost منof نفوسlives
ونذكر ما فقدتم من نفوس
زكتwere pure اصلاin origin وطاولتand rivaled in height السحاباthe clouds
زكت اصلا وطاولت السحابا
And we remember the lives you lost,
Pure in origin, reaching for the clouds
pure in origin, rivaling the clouds in height.
And we recall you, all so valiant
ونذكركمand we remember you وكلكمand every one of you شجاعbrave
ونذكركم وكلكم شجاع
حميfiery الانفthe nose (pride) قدalready ولىdeparted وغاباand vanished
حمي الانف قد ولى وغابا
And we remember you: every one of you a brave man,
Proud, who turned away and disappeared
fiercely proud, now departed and gone.
Who in life was a magnificent lion
وكانand he was حياتهthroughout his life ليثاًa lion هصوراfierce
وكان حياته ليثاً هصورا
فأضحىand so he became بعدafter ميتتهhis death شهاباa shooting star
فأضحى بعد ميتته شهابا
And throughout his life he was a fierce lion,
And after death became a shooting star
then after his death became a shooting star.
And we recall you when a wound bleeds
ونذكركمand we remember you إذاwhen ماever سالbleeds جرحa wound
ونذكركم إذا ما سال جرح
ونارand the fire of القلبthe heart تلتهبblazes التهاباfiercely
ونار القلب تلتهب التهابا
And we remember you whenever a wound bleeds,
And the fire of the heart burns with inflammation
and the heart's fire blazes fiercely.
And we recall you when the days of injustice return
ونذكركمand we remember you وعهدwhile the age of الظلمoppression ثاوlingers
ونذكركم وعهد الظلم ثاو
يرجعechoes أنةa groan ساءتwas wretched مآباin outcome
يرجع أنة ساءت مآبا
And we remember you while the age of oppression lingers,
Oh days whose outcome is misery
echoing a groan of a wretched end.
Whoever wrongs the innocent, dies of sorrow
ومنand whoever يظلمwrongs بريئاًan innocent ماتdies غماًof grief
ومن يظلم بريئاً مات غماً
وآضتand became دارهhis home فقراًpoverty يباباdesolation
وآضت داره فقراً يبابا
And whoever wrongs an innocent dies of grief,
And his home falls into abject poverty
and his home turns to poverty and desolation.
Our martyrs, peace upon you, sweet
ضحاياناour victims سلاماًa salutation مستطاباwelcome
ضحايانا سلاماً مستطابا
أرجعهI echo it دعاءas a prayer مستجاباanswered
أرجعه دعاء مستجابا
Our fallen, a welcome salutation,
Return it, an answered prayer
I echo it as an answered prayer.
Partial English translation: 77 of 78 Arabic lines translated.
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