قَدْ كَانَ يَوْمًا ذِي الْبِلَادُ بِلَادِي

فِي أَرْضِهَا نَبَتَتْ قِلَاعُ تِلَادِي

There was a day when this land was my land

In its soil my castles were erected

كَانَتْ بِلَادِي أُمَّةً شَمْسَ الدُّنَى

جِرْمًا عَظِيمًا هَائِلَ الْأَمْجَادِ

My land was once the shining sun of life

An immense planet, gloriously splendid

فِي كُلِّ شِبْرٍ مَعْلَمٌ مِنْ عِزَّةٍ

أَرْسَاهُ بَحْرٌ مِنْ دَمٍ وَمِدَادِ

In every inch a monument of pride

Erected by an ocean of blood and ink

فِي أَرْضِهَا يَحْكِي الْحَصَى مُتَرَنِّمًا

تَارِيخَ نُورِ حَضَارَةٍ وَجِهَادِ

In its soil even pebbles chant in rhyme

The history of civilization’s light and jihad

كَانَتْ بُحُورُ الْعِلْمِ رِيًّا لِلْوَرَى

وَصَدَى نِدَاهَا الدَّرُّ: هَلْ مِنْ صَادِ؟!

The oceans of knowledge once satisfied all

And their call echoed: Is there one who responds?

كَانَ الظَّلَامُ يَجُولُ فِي كُلِّ الدُّنَى

فَإِذَا أَتَاهَا صَارَ فِي الْأَصْفَادِ

Darkness roamed all corners of the world

But in her lands it was put in chains

كَانَتْ سُيُوف الْحَقِّ عِزًّا لِلْإِبَا

تَرْوِي الثَّرَى بِدِمَاءِ الِاسْتِبْدَادِ

The swords of truth were the honor of the brave

Watering the land with the blood of oppression

كَانَ الضِّيَاءُ يَشِعُّ فِي أَرْضِي هُنَا

فَيُبِيدُ ظُلْمَ الْجَهْلِ وَالْأَحْقَادِ

The light shone on my land here

Destroying the injustice of ignorance and hatred

صَارَتْ مُمَزَّقَةً بِلَادِي لَا تَرَى

شِلْوًا يُعَانِقُ آخَرًا بِوِدَادِ

My land became torn, no longer a scene

Of comrades embracing in affection

فَلَكُلُّ حَدٍّ خَنْجَرٌ فِي جِرْمِهَا

فَتَقَطَّعَتْ أَوْصَالُهَا وَفُؤَادِي

Each border has a dagger in its side

Severing its limbs and my heart inside

صِرْتُ الْغَرِيبَ بِقَعْرِ دَارِي هَائِمًا

بِمَشَاعِرِي كَالنَّارِ دُونَ رَمَادِ

I became a stranger in the depths of my home

With feelings burning, without respite

قُطِعَتْ أَوَاصِرُنَا فَصَارَ نُوَاحُنَا

كَأَجِيرَةٍ تَبْكِي رَدَى الْحُسَّادِ

Our bonds are severed, our wailing is now

Like that of a hireling weeping for the envious

تَجْرِي دِمَانَا كَالْبُحُورِ وَإِنَّنَا

غَرْقَى بُحُورِ الضَّيْمِ دُونَ أَيَادِي

Our blood flows like rivers, and we

Are drowned in oceans of injustice, helpless

لَكِنْ يَقِينِي أَنْ سَيَصْحُو مَجْدُنَا

لِيَسُودَ هَذِي الْأَرْضَ كَالْأَجْدَادِ

But my faith is that our glory will wake

To rule this land like our forefathers before

وَيَظَلُّ حُلْمِي أَنْ أَرَى إِشْرَاقَهَا

فَتَمُدَّ هَذَا الْكَوْنَ بِالْإِسْعَادِ

And my dream remains to see its sunrise

Share this universe in bliss evermore

فَتُعِيدَ لِلْإِنْسَانِ كُلَّ كَرَامَةٍ

وَتَعُودَ لِلْأَحْرَارِ خَيْرَ سِنَادِ

To give back to man all his dignity

And return to the free their greatest support

سَتَعُودُ هَذِي الْأَرْضُ جِرْمًا وَاحِدًا

وَتُنِيرُ هَذَا الْكَوْنَ بِالْأَمْجَادِ

This land will be one body again

And light up the cosmos in splendor