مَكانَكَ يا غَرب فَسَوفَ تحاسب

لَدى عادل يدري الخَفايا وَيحسب

O West, your place will be held to account

Before a just judge who knows secrets and reckons

وَلا تجرحن يا غرب للشرق خاطِرا

فَفي كل يوم للزمان تقلب

And do not, O West, hurt the East in spirit

For time overturns in each day

أَلَم تَرَ أَنَّ الأَرض تخرج نبتها

جَميلا فَتَطويه الرياح فَيجدب

Have you not seen that the earth brings forth her vegetation

Beautifully then the winds fold it and it withers

وَلكنها تأبى الاهانة هَكَذا

فَتخرج نبتا بمده وتحارب

But it refuses humiliation in this way

So it brings forth growth again and resists

حسبناك لما كنت في المهد منبعا

لحرية الاقطار ان هي توهب

You sufficed us when you were a fountain in the cradle

Of freedom for countries, if they are granted

خدمناك في تلك الوغى وَتسربلت

ثياب البَرايا من دم وَهُوَ ساكِب

We served you in that turmoil and you wore

The clothes of innocence, from blood while it pours

وَما عندنا فيها كَما هي ناقة

وَلا جمل نسعى له وهو هارب

And we have in it nothing, as it is, a she-camel

Nor a camel we hasten to while it escapes

وَلكننا جئناك لما وَعدتنا

وَقلنا معاذ اللَه ان كنت تكذب

But we came to you when you promised us

And we said, may God forbid you were lying

كَفانا وَقَد صرنا عراقا وَغرنا

خَيال لعاب الشَمس وَالغر لاعب

Enough of us, we have become Iraq and our minds

Deceived by mirage, playing tricks of the sun

وَقَد سالَ غسلين اللحوم عَلى الثرى

وَقَد غمه لما تقادم طحلب

The washing of the dead has flowed on the ground

And it has drowned in grief as moss grew

فَهَذاك موجوع وَهَذا كَما تَرى

وَكلهما مندوب حظ وَنادب

This one is hurt and that one, as you see

Both are scarred by fortune and mourning

وَهذا يعب الماء وَالماء آسِن

نَديم إِلى هَذا وَساقَ وَشارب

And this one sips water while the water is sweet

A companion to this one, gave drink and sipped

إِذا كانَ هَذا العصر عصر تنعم

فاين مناب الشرق وَالشَرق تاعب

If this is the age of luxury

Then where is the ease of the East and the East is weary

واني له بالارتقاء كمثله

وَما هُوَ الا بالقيود معذب

And I with rising am like it

Yet it is just in chains and tortured

قَد اِرتَطَم المِسكين وَهو حزيقة

من الكون لكن مزقتها الثَعالب

The poor wretch has smashed as he whimpered

From the universe, but the foxes tore it apart

يئن لاثقال وَقَد شابَ راسه

وَفي عنفوان العيش ذا الراس شائب

He groans with no burdens as his head grayed

And in the prime of life that head is graying

كَفى الشرق اتعابا سهام توجع

غَوائلها تدمي الصَحيح وَتعطب

Enough of the East's affliction, arrows that hurt

Their shafts wound the healthy and cripple

وَيَكفيه من تلك البَلايا شَديدها

وَقَد نسخت فيه الضياء غياهب

And the intense calamities that have befallen him

Have erased in him the lights, bringing darkness

هُوَ اليَوم يَرمي للعلا مُتَسائِلا

عَلى طرق تهدي له وَتَقرب

Today he aims for the heights, questioning

On paths that will guide him and bring near

فكن أَيُّها الغرب المُنير زَمامنا

لخير فللقطرين تلك العَواقب

So be, O enlightened West, our leader

To good, for the lands have those consequences

وَيا شرق قف واتبع صديقك واعتبر

فحتام في فرش الشقا تتقلب

And O East, stand still and follow your friend and learn

For surely in the carpet of thorns you will toss and turn

وَكبوتك افتحها فَما النوم نافع

وَما هُوَ إِلّا علة وَمَصائب

And open your cocoon for sleep brings no benefit

And it is nothing but disease and misfortunes