سَمِعْتُ نَحِيبًا فِي دِمَائِي لَهُ كِبْرُ

فَنَادَيْتُ: مَا هَذَا؟! أَجَابَتْ: أَنَا مِصْرُ

I heard a wailing in my blood, proud and grand,

So I called out - what is this?! Egypt responded.

فَقُلْتُ: لِمَ النَّحِيبُ يَا غُرَّةَ الدُّنَى؟

وَهَا أَنَذَا فَخَبِّرِينِيَ مَا الأَمْرُ؟

I said - why the wailing, O jewel of the world?

She said - my shackles have pained me, and I'm tired

فَقَالَتْ: قُيُودِي آلَمَتْنِي وَقَدْ سَئِمْـ

ـتُ ذُلاًّ وَحُكْمًا طَاغِيًا شَرْعُهُ الْقَهْرُ

Of humiliation and oppressive rule whose law is coercion.

So I said - how is there humiliation? You are free!

فَقُلْتُ: وَكَيْفَ الذُّلُّ؟ إِنَّكِ حُرَّةٌ

وَهَا هُمْ بَنُوكِ الْحَاكِمُونَ فَمَا الضُّرُّ؟

And here are your children ruling, so what is the harm?

She said - it's deceit, they are not my children at all!

فَقَالَتْ: خِدَاعٌ مَا بَنِيَّ هُمُ وَهَلْ

مِنِ ابْنٍ يَبِيعُ الأُمَّ مِنْهُ لَهَا الْغَدْرُ؟!

What son would sell his mother, to her he is a traitor?!

For they are the hands of my enemy and his scheme.

فَإِنَّهُمُ أَيْدِي عَدُوِّي وَكَيْدُهُ

فَزَانُوا قُيُودِي بِالطِّلا لَوْنُهُ التِّبْرُ

They gilded my shackles with gold whose color is dust.

So who will sever these wicked hands and save me?!

فَمَنْ قَاطِعُ الأَيْدِي الْخَبِيثَةِ مُنْقِذِي؟!

وَمَنْ يَحْطِمُ الأَغْلالَ وُلْدِي فَلا أَسْرُ؟!

And who will shatter the chains, that I am no prisoner?!

So I said - patience, your tears are raging,

فَقُلْتُ: رُوَيْدًا إِنَّ دَمْعَكِ ثَائِرٌ

وَإِنَّ بَنِيكِ الأُسْدَ حَتْمًا لَهُمْ جَمْرُ

And your children lions, they will surely have embers.

She said - My lions are captives, and how can I

فَقَالَتْ: بَنِيَّ الأُسْدُ أَسْرَى وَكَيْفَ بِي

أَضَنُّ بِدَمْعِي وَالدُّمُوعُ بِهِمْ نَهْرُ؟!

Feel comforted by my tears which for them are a river?!

The joy of my eye is killed, and how can I

وَقُرَّةُ عَيْنِي يُقْتَلُونَ وَكَيْفَ بِي

أَضِنُّ بِدَمْعِي هَا دِمَائِيَ ذِي بَحْرُ؟!

Feel solace in my tears, O my blood which is an ocean?!

So I said - congratulations Egypt, this is our salvation,

فَقُلْتُ: هَنِيئًا مِصْرُ هَذَا خَلاصُنَا

وَهَذِي دِمَاءٌ مِنْ بَنِيكِ هِيَ الْبِشْرُ

And this is blood from your children, it is the good tidings.

Tears, blood, your glory's Nile, and awakening

دُمُوعٌ دِمَاءٌ نِيلُ عِزِّكِ وَالْعُلا

وَبَعْثٌ لِشَعْبٍ فِي الْخُنُوعِ لَهُ دَهْرُ

Of a people long submissive, it has an eternity.

So smile and dry your tears, for they have refused

فَخَارِ وَكَفْكِفِي الدُّمُوعَ فَإِنَّهُ

أَبَى الضَّيْمَ أَبْنَاءٌ أُسُودُ الشَّرَى غُرُّ

Injustice, your children, the lions of calamity are brave.

Do you not rejoice that their blood flows

أَلا تَفْرَحِينَ أَنْ تَسِيلَ دِمَاؤُهُمْ

وَتُضْحِينَ حُرَّةً وَيَمْحُو الدُّجَى الْفَجْرُ

And you become free, and the gloom is swept away by dawn?

She smiled with a tear drop

فَجَادَتْ بِبَسْمَةٍ وَقَطْرَةُ دَمْعَةٍ

تَسَاقَطُ ثُمَّ قَالَتِ: الْيَوْمَ لِي فَخْرُ

Falling, then said: Today I have pride.