العُربُ ما خَضَعوا لِسُلطَةِ قَيصَرِ
يَوماً وَلا هانوا أَمامَ تَجبُّرِ
The Arabs never bowed to Caesar's rule
Nor were they ever cowed by arrogance
لا يَصبِرونَ عَلى أَذىً مَهما يَكُنْ
وَالحُرُّ إِن بَسَمَ الأَذى لَم يَصبِرِ
They cannot bear harm no matter how slight
And the freeman, if he tastes harm, will not bear it
والتُركُ قَد كَبِروا وَإِنّا مَعشَرٌ
كَبروا فَوقَ تَكبُّرِ المُتَكَبِّرِ
The Turks have grown great, and we are a people
Who grew above the pride of the proudest
وَإِذا بِهِ أَمرٌ نَبيِّتُهُ لَهُم
تَحتَ الأَسِنَّةِ وَالقَنا وَالسَمهَري
And if we decide on a matter, we communicate it
Through spearheads, swords, and blades
وَأَتى الحَليفُ وَقامَ في أَعتابِنا
مُتَحَيِّراً أَنا هُدى المُتَحَيِّرِ
The ally came knocking at our door
Perplexed, lost, seeking guidance
وَاِستَنصَرَ العَربَ الكِرامَ إِنَّهُم
غوثُ الطَريدِ وَنُصرَةُ الُستَنصِرِ
He sought the aid of the noble Arabs
For they are refuge for the outcast and support for the desperate
وَإِذ عتاقُ العُربُ تورى في الدُجى
قَدحاً وَتَصهَلُ تَحتَ كُلِّ غَضَنفَرِ
When Arab knights gallop into the gloom
Brandishing swords beneath every branched spear
وَإِذا السُيوفُ كَأَنَّهُنَّ كَواكِبٌ
تَهوى تَلامِعُ في العِجاجِ الأَكدَرِ
When swords appear like falling stars
Gleaming as they plunge through the gloomy darkness
رَجَحَت مَوازينُ الحَليفِ وَمَن نَكُن
مَعَهُ يُرَجَّحُ بِالعَظيمِ الأَكثَرِ
Our ally's scales tipped, and whoever we side with
Is tipped by the greater, mightier one
وَبَنَت لَنا أَسيافُنا صَرحاً فَلَم
يَحفَظَ جَميلَ العُربِ يا لِلمُنكِرِ
Yet though our swords built him a palace
Ungrateful for the Arabs' grace - how unjust!
في ذِمَّةِ الرَحمنِ صَرعى جدَّلوا
وَعَلى ثَرىً بِدَمِ الرِجالِ مُعَصفَرِ
In the Refuge's protection did they die in vain
Their blood spilling on dust-colored earth
غَدرَ الحَليفُ وَأَيُّ وَعدٍ صانَهُ
يَوماً وَأَيَّةُ ذِمَةٍ لَم يَخفرِ
The ally betrayed; what promise did he keep?
What oath did he not break?
لِما قَضى وَطراً بِفَضلِ سُيوفِنا
نَسِيَ اليَدَ البَيضا وَلَم يَتَذَكَّرِ
When by our swords he conquered lands
He forgot the white hand and did not remember
وَإِذا الدَّمُ المهراقُ لا بِمراقِهِ
حَدوى وَلا بِنَجيعِهِ المُتَحَدِّرِ
Spilt blood not contained by dams
Nor banks that guide its flow
يا ذا الحَليف سُيوفُنا وَرِماحُنا
لَم تَنثَلِمْ فَاِعلَم وَلَم تَتَكَسِّرِ
Oh ally! Our swords and spears are unblemished
Know this: they are unbroken
بِالأَمسِ أَبلَت في عِداكَ وَفي غَدٍ
في كُلِّ قَلبٍ غادِرٍ مُتَحَجِّرِ
Yesterday they did away with your enemies
Tomorrow they will pierce every stony heart
تَغلِي الصُدورَ وَلَيسَ في غَلَيانِها
إِلّا نَذيرُ العاصِفِ المُتَفَجِّرِ
Chests seethe, their simmering signaling
The coming violent, explosive storm
وَلَقَد تَصَبَّرنا عَلَيكَ فَلَم نُطِق
مِنكَ المَزيدُ وَلات حينَ تَصَبُّرِ
We were patient with you, not speaking
Beyond what patience necessitated
هذي البِلادُ عَرينُنا وَفِدىً لَها
مِن نَسلِ يَعرُبَ كُلُّ أَسدٍ هَصَّرِ
This is our land, our den, and every
Arab lion is its ransom
