يَا بنِي الْغَربُ وكُنَّا

نَحْسَبُ الجِدَّ مِزَاحاً

Oh children of the West, you and we

Used to think progress was all fun and games

أوَ فِيكُمْ مثل هَذا

وَنَرَى عَنْكُمْ طِمَاحَاً

Is there anything like this amongst you

As we aspire for your heights and aims