يا خيال النصر في يوم الفدا

عز مسراك وعز المفتدى

O imagination of victory on the day of redemption

Your pride brings joy, and the pride of the ransomed brings joy

كبّرت لما تلقتك الربى

وجثا الشط وحياك المدى

The plains rejoiced when they met you

And the river bank knelt, and the expanse greeted you

لك ما غنى وثنى وشدا

طائر الدوح وما الحادي حدا

For you, the birds sang and recited poetry

The doves cooed, and the partridges chirped

والدوالي الخضر رواها الندى

وندائي كلما طاب الندا

And the rolling green meadows were watered by the dew

And my call whenever the echo sounded sweet

عصفت روحك اطراف الحمى

وسرت في كل سمع نغما

Your spirit blew at the edges of zeal

And flowed in every hearing with melody

من ظلال الله مدت ظلها

فهي نور الله ارضا وسما

From the shadows of God it extended its shade

So it is God's light, on earth and sky

ورويت الأرض عطرا ودما

ودعاك الثأر ان تنتقما

And you watered the earth with fragrance and blood

And vengeance called you to take revenge

وفلسطين خيال كلما

هاج كالشوق تجلى وبدا

And Palestine, whenever its imagination raged

Like longing, it appeared and manifested

مارد من عسكر الجند انبرى

يذهل السهل ويحتل الثرى

A rebel from the army of soldiers set out

Startling the plains and conquering the land

حامل رشاشه منطلق لا

يبالي لهبا أو عسكرا

Carrying his machine gun unleashed

Not caring for flames or armies

خلف الذل بعيدا وجرى وارتدى

ثوب الردى واعتبرا

Leaving humiliation far behind and he ran wearing

The garb of determination and lesson learning

يدرك المرمى يرى او لا يرى

ثم يلقى ربه مستشهدا

He reaches his target, seeing or not seeing

Then meets his Lord martyred

دخل الجنة موفور السنا

وحنا العرش عليه ورنا

He entered Heaven, fulfilled and delighted

And the Throne sang for him and rang

ما ثل في طرفه طيف الحمى

فهو في الفردوس يبكي الوطنا

No specter of zeal glimpsed in his eye

For he is in Paradise, crying for the homeland

ودوى الذكر في الأقصى دنا

والخيام السمر اشتات المنى

And the call to prayer echoed drawing near

And the black tents scattered wishes

والفدائي باطراف القناة

يكتب النصر ويملي الموعدا

And the fighter on the edges of the canal

Writes victory and dictates the tryst