الْعِيدُ يَبْكِي وَالسُّرُورُ حَزِينُ
وَالْفَرْحُ يَدْمَى وَالْحَيَاةُ تَهُونُ
The festival comes every year with sorrow
And happiness is tearful, and life degraded
وَالْكُفْرُ يَصْرُخُ فِي الْبَرِيَّةِ كُلِّهَا
سَأُبِيدُ أُمَّةَ أَحْمَدٍ وَأُهِينُ
And unbelief screams in the whole wilderness:
I will destroy the nation of Ahmad and dishonor it
وَالْهُونُ نَاءَ بِحِمْلِ قَوْمٍ قَدْ رَضُوا
بِالضَّيْمِ عِزُّهُمُ مَتَى سَيَحِينُ
And dishonor has cried with the burden of a people who were content
With injustice - when will their honor wake up?
قَدْ صَاحَ فِي قَوْمِي كَفَى رُحْمَاكُمُ
هَلاَّ سَئِمْتُمْ ذُلَّكُمْ فَأَبِينُ
It has cried out among my people: Enough of your mercy!
Are you not weary of your humiliation, so I make clear?
هَلْ أَنْتُمُ سَمَكٌ بِبَحْرٍ مَا حَيَا
فِي الذُّلِّ دَوْمًا عَيْشُهُ مَامُونُ؟!
Are you fish in a sea that lives
In constant disgrace – is its life secured?
لَمَّا احْتَسَيْتُمْ كَاسَهُ فِي نَشْوَةٍ
أَدْمَنْتُمُوهُ فَفِي الْقُلُوبِ مَكِينُ
When you tasted its cup intoxicated
You grew addicted, so it remains in your hearts
عَقَرَتْ قُلُوبَكُمُ وَأَفْنَتْ عِزَّكُمْ
مَاتَتْ مُرُوءَتُكُمْ فَبِئْسَ الْهُونُ
It has corrupted your hearts and destroyed your honor
Your manliness has died – how disgraceful is dishonor!
لَوْ هَبَّ حُرٌّ بَيْنَكُمْ صَارَ الْقَتِيـ
ـلَ أَوِ الشَّرِيدَ وَبِئْسَمَا الْمَسْجُونُ
If a freeman rose among you, he becomes prey
For killing or expulsion – and how evil is imprisonment!
ذَاكُمْ جَزَاءُ الْبَدْرِ فِي لَيْلِ الدُّجَى؟!
أَبْئِسْ بِقَوْمٍ لَيْثُهُمْ مَغْبُونُ!
Is this your reward for the full moon in the night’s darkness?!
How wretched the people whose lion is deceived!
وَالْعِيدُ يَاتِي كُلَّ عَامٍ بِالأَسَى
حَتَّى تَمَنَّى لَوْ أَتَاهُ مَنُونُ
And the festival comes every year with sorrow
Until death is wished rather than life
قَدْ كُنْتُ أَكْسُو ذِي الْحَيَاةَ بِفَرْحَةٍ
وَسَعَادَةٍ وَجْهَ الْحَيَاةِ أَزِينُ
I used to dress the living with joy
And happiness – the face of life I adorn
فِي عِزَّةٍ أَلْقَى الأَضَاحِيَ مِنْ طَوَا
غِيتِ الْوَرَى هُمْ وَالشِّيَاهُ قَرِينُ
In honor I spend festivals in pleasures of the world
They and gray hair go together
فِي ذَا الزَّمَانِ الْهُونُ صَارَ إِهَابَكُمْ
شَابَ الدِّمَاءَ عَلَى الْقُلُوبِ يَرِينُ
In this time of disgrace, your dishonor has become your clothing
Dying the hearts with blood, dripping
فَكَسَوْتُمُونِي هُونَكُمْ وَشَقَاءَكُمْ
وَكَأَنَّنِي زَمَنَ الْهَوَانِ شُجُونُ
So you clothed me in your disgrace and misery
As if I am the time of humiliation, grieving
هَلْ يَفْرَحَنْ قَوْمٌ طَغَى حُكَّامُهُمْ
وَالْكُلُّ يَسْجُدُ وَالأَبِيُّ سَجِينُ؟!
Can a people rejoice when their rulers are tyrants
And all prostrate while the defiant are imprisoned?!
هَلْ يَفْرَحَنْ قَوْمٌ طَغَى أَعْدَاؤُهُمْ
أَرْبَابُهُمْ هُمْ سَاجِدٌ وَخَؤُونُ؟!
Can a people rejoice when their enemies rule
Their masters while they kneel down degraded?!
هَلْ يَفْرَحَنْ قَوْمٌ دِمَاهُمْ أَبْحُرٌ
رُخْصَ التُّرَابِ وَقَطْرُ غَيْرُ ثَمِينُ (?)؟!
Can a people rejoice whose blood fills oceans
While dust is cheap and a drop has no value?!
لَكِنْ إِذَا انْتَفَضَ الأُبَاةُ لِتَعْلَمُوا
أَنِّي أَعُودُ مُبَشِّرًا فَأُعِينُ
But when the defiant rise up for you to know
That I will return giving good news, so I help
وَإِذَا قَتَلْتُمْ هُونَكُمْ تَجِدُونَنِي
مَعَكُمْ بِرُوحِي مَا الْفِرَاقُ يَكُونُ
And when you kill your dishonor, you will find me
With you in spirit – no separation comes
فَإِذَا أَتَيْتُ كَسَوْتُمُونِي عِزَّةً
وَكَسَوْتُكُمْ فَرَحًا وَنِعْمَ الْحِينُ
So when I come, I clothed you in honor
And clothed you in joy – and excellent is that time
وَإِذَا طَوَاغِيتُ الْوَرَى أُضْحِيَّةً
سَيَعُودُ عُمْرِي لِلصِّبَا وَالدِّينُ
And when the tyrants of the world are sacrifices
My life will return to youth and faith
هَلْ يَرْجِعَنْ ذَاكَ الزَّمَانُ؟! لَرُبَّمَا
الْحُلْمُ يَصْدُقُ وَالْهَوَانُ يَبِينُ
Will that time return? Perhaps
Dreams prove true and disgrace becomes clear
