مزجت مصرُ دمعها بدمائه

وتهاوَت تبكيه في برحائِه

Egypt mixed her tears with his blood,

And she collapsed, crying over his remains,

لهف نفسي عليهما وهي تبكي

وهو يشرى بقاءها بفنائه

My soul yearned for them as she wept,

And he bought her survival with his death,

كبرت نفسُه الكريمة أن يح

يا حياة الجريح في كبريائه

His noble soul was too great to live,

While the wounded's life was filled with pride,

فأسرّت إليه أن حطّم القي

دَ وطهّر سناك من ظلمائه

So she whispered to him to break the shackles,

And cleanse your spearhead from the unjust,

فأجاب النداء لبّيك يا مص

ر وللصوت رجفة في دمائه

So he answered the call “I am at your service, O Egypt!”,

And his voice trembled in his blood,

وتعالى إلى السماء شهيداً

جلّ هذا الشهيد في عليائه

And he rose to the sky as a martyr,

Exalt this martyr in the highest,

أكرموا ذكره فقد أكرم الل

هُ ثراهُ بالفيض من آلائه

Honor his memory, for God has honored,

His soil with abundance from His bounty,

وأريقوا الدموع طلّاً عليه

وحميما يشوى على أعدائه

And shed tears as a prayer for him,

That would melt over his enemies,

إنه في الوجود كالفجر والنو

ر وكالليل في خلود بقائه

He is, in existence, like the dawn and light,

And like the night in the eternity of his survival,

إنه في السماء والأرض روحٌ

سرمديٌّ مجوهرٌ بصفائه

He is in the sky and earth an eternal spirit,

Immortal, essence of his purity,

طاف بي كالخيال تيّمه الشو

قُ وكالصوت غاب في أصدائه

He appeared to me like an apparition, overwhelmed by passion,

And like a voice, disappeared into echoes,

فترامت على فمي زفراتٌ

ملهماتٌ من حزنه وبكائه

So sighs poured over my mouth,

Inspired by his sorrow and crying,

قلت هذا الضياء كان تراباً

أودع اللَهُ فيه سرّ سمائه

I said “This light was once dust,

God deposited in it the secret of His heavens,

كيف حال التراب يا ربّ نوراً

عشيَت أعين الدُنى بسنائه

How did the dust become light, O Lord,

That dazzled the eyes of the world with its radiance?”,

فتنادت خواطري إنه الزه

ر الذي مات في ربيع روائه

So my thoughts called out that he is the flower,

That died in the springtime of its meadow,

وتناجت سرائري إنه القل

ب الذي خلّدته روح مضائه

And my innermost being whispered that he is the heart,

That his eternal spirit immortalized,

إن هذا الضياء ذكرى شهيدٍ

طهّر اللَه قلبه بضيائه

Verily this light is the memory of a martyr,

Whose heart God cleansed with His brilliance,

عاش في أرضه غريبا وولّى

كشكاةِ الغريب في حوبائه

He lived in his land a stranger, and turned away,

Like the lamp of a stranger in its valleys,

عاش في أرضه غريبا كما عا

شَ الأُلى خلّفوه من آبائه

He lived in his land a stranger, as the forefathers lived,

Who were left behind by their ancestors,

ربّ ليلٍ أفناه يزجى إلى الل

ه ضراعات مسرف في دعائه

The lord of a night that passed supplicating God,

With a flood of prayers in his invocation,

قال يا ربّ هذه مصر تشكو

ظلم هذا الدخيل في غاوائه

Saying “O Lord, this is Egypt complaining,

Of the injustice of this foreigner in his tyranny,

رب إن الحياة موج عتِيٌّ

زورق النيل في حناياه تائه

O Lord, life is an arrogant wave,

The Nile’s boat wanders lost in its curves,

نام ملّاحه فألوت به الري

ح وعيّ النوتيّ عن إرسائه

Its sailor slept, so the winds blew it astray,

And the helmsman was heedless of steering it,

ربّ هذا الوجود من صنع كفي

ك حرمنا من خيره وهنائه

O Lord, this existence is made by Your palms,

Yet we are deprived of its good and comfort,

أنت جبّاره لك الحول والقو

ة ميّزت صبحه من مسائه

You are its Compeller, to You belong power and might,

You separated its dawn from its evening,

عاش قومي فيه عبيدا أذّلا

ء لمستعمرٍ حياته كفَنائه

My people lived in it as humiliated slaves,

To a colonizer whose life is their demise,

فرّ من طبرُق وبئر حكيم

كالنعام الشريد في بيدائه

They fled from Tabarq and Bir Hakeem,

Like scattered ostriches in the desert,

ويحه مثّل الصغار جريحا

ولدى البرء ضلّ في طغوائه

Woe to him who portrayed the youth as wounded,

And before the innocent he went astray in his transgression,

جنّ بالنصر فاستطار سفاها

وأحلّ التقتيل في حلفائه

He won by treachery, so the foolish were jubilant,

And he permitted murder amongst his allies,

عجب الكون من جماد وحسّ

لجبانٍ زئيره كفنائه

The universe was astonished - inanimate and sensate -

At the coward whose roar is his demise,

مجرم ظنّنا عبيداً لديه

فهو يرجو الخنوع من أُسرائه

A criminal who thought us slaves to him,

So he hopes for surrender from his prisoners,

كيف يدمى بناره من أحاطو

ه بعطف الوفيّ في ضرّائه

How can his fire hurt those who surrounded him,

With the loyalty of the faithful in adversity?

إنّها قصّة المهانة تتلى

فوق أرض بلاؤُها من بلائه

Verily it is a story of humiliation recited,

Over a land whose affliction is from its ordeal,

قصّة الإنكليز في أرض مصر

وهي نبتُ التاريخ منذ ابتدائه

The story of the English in the land of Egypt,

It is the crop of history since its inception,

مصر لاكنتُ من بني النيل إن عش

تُ ونيل الخلود يشقى بدائه

O Egypt, I would not have been from the Nile’s people, if you lived,

While the Nile of eternity suffers from its ordeal,

وأنا ابن الفلّاح عضّنيَ الفق

رُ بنابٍ أوّاه من بلوائه

And I am the peasant's son, bitten by poverty,

With fangs that hurt from its tribulation,

وأنا العامل الشقيّ بجهلي

المريضُ المحرومُ من أهوائه

And I am the wretched worker in my ignorance,

The deprived patient, from whom all desires are stripped,

أنا أفنى في مصرَ جوعاً وغري

يتسلّى بتبره وثرائه

I perish in Egypt from hunger and nakedness,

While the enemy revels in its fertile land and wealth,

أنا أفنى في موطني وعدُوّي

يتلهّى بخمره ونسائه

I perish in my homeland while my enemy,

Fools around with its wine and women,

لا عرفت الحياة إن عشت يوماً

وعدوّي يتيه في خيلائه

I have not known life if I lived a day,

While my enemy wanders lost in his arrogance,

ولنهر الخلود في مسمَع الكو

ن شكاةُ المطعونِ في أحشائه

And the Nile of eternity in the universe's consciousness,

Is the complaint of the stabbed in his gut,

وأنا الشاعر القديرُ بفنّى

أن أرُدَّ الحياة في أشلائِه

And I am the capable poet with my art,

To return life to its dismembered limbs,

يا شباب الجهاد ناداكم الني

لُ فأحيوا أرواحكم بفدائه

O youth of jihad, the Nile has called you,

So revive your souls with its sacrifice,

إنه النيلُ قلب مصر وأنتم

يا شباب الجهاد من أبنائه

It is the Nile, Egypt’s heart, and you,

O youth of jihad, are from its sons,

أنصفوه ممّن أحلّوا دماءً

حرّم اللَهُ سفكها في سمائه

Do it justice against those who made lawful,

Blood that God forbade to be shed in His heavens,

ولكُم في الشهيدِ أُسوَةٌ حقٍّ

جلّ هذا الشهيد في عليائه

And you have in the martyr a true example,

Exalt this martyr in the highest!