يا أُمَّتا أَفديكِ مِن أُمِّ

أَشكو إِلَيكِ فَظاظَةَ الجَهمِ

O my motherland, I ransom you with my mother

I complain to you of the coarseness of ignorance

قَد سُرِّحَ الصِبيانُ كُلُّهُمُ

وَبَقيتُ مَحصوراً بِلا جُرمِ

The youth have all been set loose

While I remain confined though innocent