هُبُّوا أُسُودَ الْخَيْرِ وَالْتَهِمُوا الرَّدَى

دُكُّوا حُصُونَ الشَّرِّ وَاغْتَنِمُوا الْعِدَا

Rise up, you lions of goodness, and ravenously devour evil,

Storm the bastions of wickedness, and seize the chance,

لا تَتْرُكُوا شَمْسًا تَرَاءَتْ فِي السَّمَا

كَانَ الظَّلام ُهُوَ الْمَكِينَ الأَوْحَدَا

Leave no sun of hope shining in the sky,

For darkness itself has always been most cunning and alone.

هُبُّوا عَلَى غِرِّ الطُّغَاةِ فظَنُّهُ

أَنَّ الأُسُودَ تَخَافُ مِنْ بَذْلِ الْفِدَا

Rush against the spite of tyrants, for their conceit

Is that lions fear to sacrifice themselves.

فَأَرُوهُ كَيْفَ الأَرْضُ مَا رُوِيَتْ دَمًا

فَنَبَاتُهَا أُسْدٌ تُنَادِي السُّؤْدَدَا

Show them how the earth, once steeped in blood,

Sprouts forth lions roaring for justice.

ثُورُوا لَأَجْلِ اللهِ يَعْلُو شَرْعُهُ

يَكْسُو الْحَيَاةَ يُضِيئُهَا نُورُ الْهُدَى

Revolt for God, whose law triumphs,

Cloaking life in the light of guidance.

ثُورُوا لَأَجْلِ الْعِرْضِ كَيْفَ يَسُوسُكُمْ

مَنْ كَانَ هَاتِكَ عِرْضِكُمْ مُتَجَرِّدَا

Revolt for honor, which that despoiler

Has stripped you of while you just watch.

ثُورُوا لَأَجْلِ مَسَاجِدٍ مَا كَبَّرَتْ

فَيَهُزُّ أَرْجَاءَ الدُّنَى رَجْعُ الصَّدَى

Revolt for mosques, which should echo with prayer,

Once the minarets guiding all mankind

كَانَتْ مَنَارَاتِ الْهُدَى تُهْدِي الْوَرَى

مِنْ كُلِّ خَيْرٍ مَا أَظَلَّ وَأَسْعَدَا

To every good and noble cause.

Will that ungrateful wretch dare hope

أَيَدُكُّهَا ذَاكَ الْكَفُورُ مُؤَمِّلاً

أَنْ يُطْفِئَ الشَّمْسَ الطَّهُورَ مُعَرْبِدَا

To extinguish the pure sun, bound fast in its circuit?

Rise up, for you are the free stars,

ثُورُوا فَلِلْأَحْرَارِ أَنْتُمْ أَنْجُمٌ

وَعَلَى الطُّغَاةِ فَنَارُكُمْ لَنْ تَخْمُدَا

While on the despots your fire will never go out!

Give those who disdain you a taste of your mettle;

فَارْوُوا الأُبَاةَ بِعِزَّةٍ مِنْ نَهْرِكُمْ

وَإِبَاؤُكُمْ قَدْ صَارَ بَحْرًا مُزْبِدَا

Your rhymes are an ocean with waves ever mounting.

O wounded lion of our nation, weave

يَا أُسْدَ أُمَّتِنَا الْجَرِيحَةِ فَانْسُجُوا

مِنْ ذِي الْجِرَاحِ ثِيَابَ عِزٍّ أَمْجَدَا

Your wounds into robes of magnificent honor.

O tyrant, beware what is coming to you -

يَا أَيُّهَا الطَّاغُوتُ أَبْشِرْ بِالَّذِي

سَيُرِيكَ بَأْسَكَ خَانِعًا وَمُقَيَّدَا

Abjection and chains is the fate you've been building.

Spread your darkness across the countryside,

فَانْشُرْظَلامَكَ فِي الْبَرِيَّةِ كُلِّهَا

وَامْنَعْ ضِيَاءَ الشَّمْسِ أَنْ يَتَجَدَّدَا

Block the sunbeams from pouring their light.

Kill the dreaming infant in its innocence,

اقْتُلْ صَبِيًّا فِي الْبَرَاءَةِ حَالِمًا

اقْتُلْ رَضِيعًا فِي الْحَنَانِ مُمَدَّدَا

Kill the babe at its mother's breast as it lies.

Ravish Muslim women, leave none in Syria

اغْصِبْ نِسَاءَ الْمُسْلِمِينَ وَلا تَذَرْ

فِي الشَّامِ إِلاَّ الْخَانِعِينَ السُّجَّدَا

Save those who bow down before you in worship.

For this you will reap but wounds and still more wounds,

فَلَتَحْصُدَنَّ مِنَ الْجِرَاحِ صَدِيدَهَا

فَابْذُرْ جِرَاحَكَ وَارْوِهَا وَتَزَوَّدَا

So plant them, water them - harvest will not be distant.