بَكَتِ الْعُيُونُ وَلاتَ حِينَ بُكَاءِ
الْحِينُ حِينُ مَدَافِعٍ وَدِمَاءِ
The eyes wept when crying,
At the time of cannons and blood,
شَيْخًا قَعِيدًا يَقْذِفُونَ لِيَسْعَدُوا
عَجِبَ الْوَرَى مِنْ خِسَّةٍ وَغَبَاءِ
An old man sitting, whom they cast
The world was amazed at their vileness and stupidity,
وَمَتَى الصَّوَارِيخُ الْبَئِيسَةُ زَلْزَلَتْ
جَبَلاً؟! فَيَا لَتَعَاسَةِ الْجُبَنَاءِ!
And when will the miserable rockets shake
A mountain?! So miserable are the cowards!
قَتَلُوكَ يَا رَمْزَ الصُّمُودِ فَقَدْ رَأَوْا
جَبَلاً سَمَا مِنْ عِزَّةٍ وَإِبَاءِ
They killed you, O symbol of steadfastness, for they saw
A towering mountain of dignity and resoluteness
وَرَأَوْكَ نَهْرًا يَرْتَوِي مِنْهُ الْهُدَى
أَبْطَالُ أُمَّتِنَا وَكُلُّ فِدَائِي
And they saw you as a river, from which guidance is derived
The heroes of our nation and all who sacrifice
وَرَأَوْكَ نَجْمًا ثَائِرًا تَهْدِي إِلَى
دَرْبِ الْجِهَادِ وَرِفْعَةٍ وَوَفَاءِ
And they saw you as a rising star guiding towards
The path of jihad, nobility, and loyalty
وَرَأَوْكَ بَدْرًا فِي ظَلامٍ دَامِسٍ
لِتَظَلَّ أُمَّتُنَا بِغَيْرِ ضِيَاءِ
And they saw you as a moon in deep darkness
So that our nation does not remain without illumination
وَرَأَوْكَ لَيْثًا إِنْ زَأَرْتَ تَزَلْزَلُوا
وَلَئِنْ رَنَوْتَ فَرُعْبُهُمْ كَظِبَاءِ
And they saw you as a lion, if you roar they tremble
And if you growl, their terror is like hyenas
وَرَأَوْكَ رُوحًا تَبْعَثُ الأَمْوَاتَ مِنْ
قَبْرِ الْهَوَانِ وَذِلَّةِ الْعُمَلاءِ
And they saw you as a spirit that brings the dead to life
From the grave of disgrace and humiliation of servants
كَانَتْ خِيَانَتُهُمْ كَعَاهِرَةٍ تُجَا
هِرُ بِالعَفَافِ بِطُهْرِهَا بِحَيَاءِ
Their betrayal was like a whore claiming to be
Chaste, with her virginity and modesty
كَانَ الخِيَانَةُ كَالنُّجُومِ دَفَنْتَهَا
فِي الأَرْضِ حِينَ أَتَيْتَ بِالشُّرَفَاءِ
Betrayal was like the stars you buried
In the ground when you came with the honorable
كَانَ الغِنَاءُ عَلَى الجِرَاحِ وَهَا هُمُ
يَتَرَاقَصُونَ عَلَى أَسَى الأَشْلاءِ
The singing was over wounds while they
Dance over the agony of the mutilated
هَذِي حَيَاتُكَ ثُمَّ مَوْتُكَ كَشَّفَا
عَوْرَاتِهِمْ وَفُجُورَهُمْ بِجَلاءِ
This was your life then your death exposed
Their nakedness and immorality openly
أَوَلَمْ يَرَوْا تِلْكَ الدِّمَا كَمْ أَنْبَتَتْ
فِي أَرْضِنَا مِنْ زُمْرَةِ الشُّهَدَاءِ
Did they not see that blood, how much it grew
In our land ranks of martyrs?
كَيْفَ الْكَلامُ يَصِيرُ حَيًّا بَيْنَمَا
لا فَرْقَ بَيْنَ الْحُمْقِ وَالْبُلَغَاءِ
How can words come alive while there is no
Difference between fools and eloquent?
كَيْفَ الْقَعِيدُ يَصِيرُ لَيْثًا فِي الْوَغَى
وَجُيُوشُنَا كَالشَّاةِ فِي خُيَلاءِ
How can the sitting become lions in battle
While our armies are sheep in vanity?
كَيْفَ الأَبِيُّ يَصِيرُ أَشْلاءً فَنَتْ
فَتَصِيرَ مِيتَتُهُ مُنَى الْكُرَمَاءِ
How can the resolute become mutilated parts
So that his death becomes the wish of the generous?
يَا فَخْرَ أُمَّتِنَا وَرُعْبَ عُدَاتِنَا
يَا مَنْ رَمَيْتَ ظَلامَنَا بِضِيَاءِ
O pride of our nation and terror of our enemies
O you who dispelled our darkness with light
يَا أَيُّهَا اللَّيْثُ المُوَدِّعُ بُؤْسَنَا
يَا مَنْ بَكَتْكَ قُلُوبُنَا بِدِمَاءِ
O lion, farewelling our misery
O you for whom our hearts bled
يَا مَنْ بَكَتْكَ الأرْضُ كَالثَّكْلَى وَذِي
أُسْدُ الشَّرَى تَبْكِيكَ فِي الأَنْحَاءِ
O you for whom the land wept like a bereaved woman
The lion of evil weeps for you everywhere
يَبْكِيكَ أَحْرَارُ الْوَرَى وَأُبَاتُهُمْ
يُؤْسِي الجِرَاحَ رَجَاءُ يَوْمِ لِقَاءِ
The free of the world and their loyal ones weep for you
The hope of meeting again saddens the wounds
