تَنَبَهوا وَاستَفيقوا أَيُّها العَرَب
فَقَد طَمى الخَطبُ حَتّى غاصَتِ الرُّكَبُ
Awaken and be alert, O Arabs
The calamities have become overwhelming
فيمَ التَعلُّلُ بالآمالِ تَخدَعَكُم
وَأَنتُم بَينَ راحاتِ الفَنا سلُبُ
Why are you still wishfully thinking
While you are being plundered mercilessly
اللَّهُ أَكبرُ ما هَذا المَنام فَقَد
شَكاكُمُ المَهد وَاِشتاقَكُمُ الرَّبُّ
God is the Greatest! What is this slumber?
The cradle has lamented you and the Lord yearns for you
كَم تُظلمون وَلَستُم تَشتَكون وَكَم
تُستَغضَبونَ فَلا يَبدو لَكُم غَضَبُ
How much injustice you endure without complaining
And how much anger you swallow without showing
ألِفتُم الهون حَتّى صارَ عِندَكُمُ
طَبعاً وَبَعضُ طِباعِ المَرءِ مُكتَسَبُ
You have become so accustomed to humiliation
That it has become your nature, though part of one's nature can be acquired
وَفارَقَتْكُم لِطول الذُلِّ نَخوَتكُم
فَلَيسَ يُؤلِمُكُم خَسفٌ وَلا عَطبُ
Your dignity has abandoned you after enduring humiliation for so long
You feel no pain from annihilation or disability
لِلّهِ صَبركُمُ لَو أَن صَبرَكُمُ
في مُلتَقى الخَيلِ حينَ الخَيلُ تَضطَرِبُ
God give you patience, if only your patience
Was in the battlefield when the horses jostle
كَم بَينَ صَبرٍ غَدا لِلذُلِّ مُجتَلِباً
وَبَينَ صَبرٍ غَدا لِلعزِّ يَحتَلبُ
How much patience in the morn turns to disgrace by dusk
And how much patience at dawn earns glory at dust
فَشَمِّروا وَاِنهَضوا لِلأَمرِ وَاِبتَدِروا
مِن دَهرِكم فُرصَةً ضَنَّت بِها الحِقَبُ
So prepare yourselves for the cause and seize
An opportunity from your time, though opportunities are few
لا تَبتَغوا بِالمُنى فَوزاً لِأَنفُسِكُم
لا يُصدقُ الفَوزُ ما لَم يَصدُقِ الطَّلَبُ
Do not seek glory for yourselves through wishes
Glory is not truthful unless the striving is truthful
خلُّوا التَّعَصُبَ عَنكُم وَاِستَووا عُصباً
عَلى الوِئام وَدَفعِ الظُّلمِ تَعتَصِبُ
Abandon partisanship and unite as one front
For concord and to fend off injustice you band together
لِأَنتمُ الفِئةَ الكُثرى وَكُم فِئةٍ
قَليلةٍ تمّ إِذ ضَمَت لَها الغَلبُ
For you are the majority group, and the lesser group gains victory
When the victorious rallies around it
هَذا الَّذي قَد رَمى بِالضَّعفِ قوَّتكم
وَغادرَ الشَّمل مِنكُم وَهُوَ مَنشَعبُ
It is he who has weakened your strength with feebleness
And split your unity while creating divisions
وَسَلّطَ الجورَ في أَقطارِكُم فَغَدَت
وَارضها دونَ أَقطار المَلا خِربُ
And unleashed tyranny in your lands until
Its lands became ruins while others’ lands flourish
وَحُكَّم العِلجَ فيكُم مَع مَهانَتِهِ
يَقتادكُم لِهَواهُ حَيثُ يَنقَلبُ
And he installed the foreigner to rule you despite the humiliation
Taking you wherever his whims sway
مِن كُلِّ وَغدٍ زَنيمٍ ما لَهُ نَسَبٌ
يُدرى وَلَيسَ لَهُ دينٌ وَلا أَدبُ
An unknown upstart every morn with no lineage
No religion or manners can be traced
وَكُلُ ذي خَنثٍ في الفَحشِ مُنغَمِسٍ
يَزدادُ بِالحَكِّ في وَجَعائهِ الجَرَبُ
And every pervert steeped in vulgarity
Whose diseases of depravity keep festering
سِلاحَهُم في وُجوهِ الخَصمِ مَكرَهُمُ
وَخَير جُندِهُم التَّدليسُ وَالكَذبُ
Their weapon against adversaries is their cunning and lies
Their finest troops are treachery and falsehood
لا يَستَقيمُ لَهُم عَهدٌ إِذا عَقَدوا
وَلا يَصحُّ لَهُم وَعدٌ إِذا ضَرَبُوا
No pact remains binding when they tie it
No promise remains valid when they make it
إِذا طَلَبتَ إِلى ودٍّ لَهُم سَبباً
فَما إِلى ودِّهم غَير الخَنى سَببُ
If you seek their affection for some reason
You will find no path to their affection save betrayal
وَالحَقُّ وَالبُطل في ميزانِهم شرعٌ
فَلا يَميلُ سِوى ما ميَّل الذَّهَبُ
Right and wrong are weighed by self-interest
And only tilt where gold tilts the scale
أَعناقكُم لَهُمُ رقٌّ وَما لَكُمُ
بَينَ الدُّمى وَالطُّلا وَالنردُ مُنتَهبُ
Your necks are their captives while you
Are left to gamble between blood and shade
باتَت سِمانُ نِعاجٍ بَينَ أَذرُعِكُم
وَباتَ غَيركُم لِلدُّرِّ يَحتَلِبُ
The destiny of their sheep has lodged between your arms
While others lodged to seek fine fortune
فَصاحِبُ الأَرضِ مِنكُم ضِمنَ ضَيعتِهِ
مُستَخدَمٌ وَرَبيبُ الدَّارِ مُغتَربُ
Thus, the land’s owner among you is employed on his estate
And the household’s son makes his bread abroad
وَما دِماؤُكُم أَغلى إِذا سُفِكتْ
مِن ماء وَجهِ لَهُم في الفُحشِ يَنسَكِبُ
Your blood is not more precious when shed
Than the water they spill lewdly from their lips
وَلَيسَ أَعراضُكُم أَغلى إِذا اِنتُهِكَت
مِن عِرضِ مَملوكِهِم بِالفلسِ يَجتَلِبُ
Your honor is no dearer when violated
Than the honor of their penniless slave who makes his pittance
بِاللَّهِ يا قَومَنا هُبُّوا لِشأنِكُمُ
فَكَم تُناديكُمُ الأَشعارُ وَالخَطبُ
By God, O my people, attend to your affairs
How many verses and speeches call upon you
أَلَستُم مِن سَطوا في الأَرضِ وَاِفتَتَحوا
شَرقاً وَغَرباً وَعَزّوا أَينَما ذَهَبُوا
Are you not the ones who conquered the lands and opened
The east and the west, glorified wherever you ventured
ومَن أَذَلُّوا المُلوكِ الصِّيدَ فَاِرتَعَدَت
وَزلزلَ الأَرضَ مِما تَحتَها الرّهَبُ
You who humiliated mighty kings until
The earth quaked from what lies beneath it in terror
وَمن بَنَوا لِصروحِ العزِّ أَعمِدَةً
تَهوي الصَّواعقُ عَنها وَهيَ تَنقَلِبُ
You who erected for the edifices of glory columns
Which lightning bolts avoid as they strike
فَما لَكُم وَيحَكُم أَصبَحتُمُ هملاً
وَوجهُ عزّكم بِالهونِ مُنتَقِبُ
What has made you into oblivious fools
While the face of your glory wears the mask of disgrace
لا دَولةٌ لَكُمُ يَشتَدُّ أزرَكُمُ
بِها وَلا ناصِرٌ لِلخَطبِ ينتَدِبُ
You have no state to bolster your cause
No ally bewails your plight
وَلَيسَ مِن حُرمةٍ أَو رَحمةٍ لَكُمُ
تَحنو عَلَيكُم إِذا عضتكمُ النُّوَبُ
You have no inviolability or mercy
To pity you when calamities assail
أَقدارُكُم في عُيونِ التُّركِ نازلَة
وَحَقَكُم بَينَ أَيدي التُّرك مُغتَصَبُ
Your destinies have sunk low in the eyes of the Turks
And your rights are usurped at the hands of the Turks
فَلَيسَ يُدرى لَكُم شَأنٌ وَلا شَرَفٌ
وَلا وجودٌ وَلا اِسمٌ وَلا لَقَبُ
Thus, neither repute, nor prominence, nor presence, no name or title
Can now be traced for you
فَيالِقَومي وَما قَومي سِوى عَرَبٌ
وَلَن يُضَيَّعَ فيهُم ذَلِكَ النَسَبُ
Oh my people, who are none but Arabs
In whose veins that lineage cannot be denied
هب أَنَّهُ لَيسَ فيكُم أَهلُ مَنزِلَةٍ
يُقَلَّدُ الأَمرَ أَو تُعطى لَهُ الرُّتَبُ
Suppose you lack people of status
To take authority or be given high office
وَلَيسَ فيكُم أَخو حَزمٍ وَمَخبرةٍ
لِلعَقدِ وَالحَلِّ في الأَحكامِ يُنتخَبُ
Suppose you lack men of wisdom and expertise
For leadership and arbitration in jurisprudence
وَلَيسَ فيكُم أَخو علمٍ يُحكَّمُ في
فَصل القَضاءِ وَمِنكُم جاءَتِ الكُتُبُ
Suppose you lack learned men to arbitrate
In judicial decisions, though yours were the scriptures of old
أَلَيسَ فيكُم دَمٌ يَهتاجُهُ أنفٌ
يَوماً فَيَدفَعُ هَذا العار إِذ يَثِبُ
Is there no blood in your veins that seethes with rage
Stirred one day to dispel this dishonor as it bubbles?
فَأَسمِعوني صَليلَ البَيضِ بارِقَةً
في النَّقعِ إِني إِلى رَنَّاتِها طَرِبُ
Let me hear the clear clanking of swords in the scabbards
As I am roused by their pleasant clatter
وَأَسمَعوني صَدى البارودِ مُنطَلِقاً
يَدوي بِهِ كُل قاعٍ حينَ يَصطَخِبُ
And let me hear the echoes of gunpowder discharged
Reverberating through every ravine as war looms ahead
لَم يَبقَ عِندَكُمُ شَيءٌ يَضنُّ بِهِ
غَيرَ النُّفوسِ عَلَيها الذُّلُّ يَنسَحِبُ
You have nothing left to lose
Save your souls upon which disgrace keeps descending
فَبادِروا المَوتَ وَاِستَغنوا بَراحَتِهِ
عَن عَيشِ مَن ماتَ مَوتاً مُلؤُهُ تَعبُ
So hasten towards death and find relief through it
From a life filled with weariness and fatigue
صَبراً هَيا أُمَّةِ التُّركِ الَّتي ظَلَمت
دَهراً فَعمَّا قَليلٍ تُرفَعُ الحُجُبُ
Have patience - O Turkish nation that has oppressed
For ages - soon the veil shall be lifted
لنطلبنَّ بِحَدِّ السَّيفِ مأَرَبنا
فَلَن يَخيبَ لَنا في جَنبِهِ أَرَبُ
We will reclaim our glory by the sword
And the Lord will not disappoint us as we strike
وَنَترُكَنَّ عُلوجَ التُّركِ تَندُبُ ما
قَد قَدَّمَتهُ أَياديها وَتَنتَحبُ
And we will leave the Turkish spinsters to mourn
What their hands had reaped while they sniffle and sob
وَمِن يَعِشْ يَرَ وَالأَيام مُقبِلَةٌ
يَلوحُ للمَرءِ في أَحداثِها العَجبُ
He who lives will see days bearing wonders
That unfold before man amazing events