طُفْ خَاطِرِي عَانِقِ الأَقْصَى وَلا تَهِمِ
وَابْكِ الْبُحُورَ دَمًا وَاذْرِفْ عَلَى الْحُرُمِ
My heart roams embracing al-Aqsa, do not worry,
Weep oceans of blood and shed tears over the sanctuaries,
بَلِّغْ سَلامِي وَشَوْقِي وَاعْتَذِرْ لِفَتًى
يَحْيَا أَسِيرًا فَلَمْ يَمْلِكْ سِوَى الْكَلِمِ
Convey my greetings, longing and apologize to a young man,
Who lives a prisoner so he only possesses words,
حَتَّى قَرِيضِي أَسِيرٌ مِثْلُ شَاعِرِهِ
لَكِنَّ يَوْمًا سَيُضْحِي فِيهِ كَالْحِمَمِ
Even my poem is a prisoner like its poet,
But one day it will sacrifice itself like a raging fire,
ثَارَ الْحَنِينُ إِلَى الأَقْصَى إِلَى قُدُسِي
شَوْقِي وَوَجْدِيَ نِيرَانٌ مِنَ الأَلَمِ
Yearning for al-Aqsa, for my Jerusalem has ignited,
My passion and affection are fires of pain,
قَدِ اسْتَحَالَ اللِّقَا وَالشَّوْقُ يَدْفَعُنِي
وَذِي الْحُدُودُ سُجُونٌ فَارْوَ بِالْحُلُمِ
Meeting has become impossible while yearning drives me,
And the one with borders has prisons, so be patient,
فَقَطْرُ مَاءِ الْفَتَى فِي الْبِيدِ يُنْقِذُهُ
وَالْحُلْمُ يُسْلِيهِ فِي أَسْرٍ وَفِي الْغَمَمِ
For the young man's drop of water saves him in the desert,
And dreaming comforts him in captivity and among the clouds,
فَاحْمِلْ ثَرَاهَا وَقَبِّلْ أَرْضَهَا وَقِفَا
بِالصَّخْرَةِ اذْكُرْ زَمَانَ الْعِزِّ وَالْكَرَمِ
So carry its soil and kiss its land and stop
At the rock recall the days of glory and generosity,
اذْكُرْ زَمَانَ صَلاحٍ وَابْكِ مِنْ زَمَنٍ
عَلا الطُّغَاةُ وَأَهْلُ البَغْيِ فِي الأُمَمِ
Recall the days of Salah al-Din and weep over a time,
When tyrants and people of aggression rose among the nations,
قَدْ وَحَّدُوا صَفَّهُمْ؛ هَلْ كَانَ بَيْنَهُمُ
إِلاَّ الْقَضَاءَ عَلَى الإِسْلامِ مِنْ ذِمَمِ؟!
They united their ranks; was there among them
Anything but eliminating Islam from their duties?!
وَالْعُرْبُ حُكَّامُهُمْ أُسْدٌ إِذَا وَقَفُوا
ضِدَّ الشُّعُوبِ الَّتِي أَضْحَتْ كَمَا الرِّمَمِ
As for when they stand against the Jews, you will not
See them as anything but herds of sheep!
قَتْلٌ وَتَعْذِيبُ أَحْرَارٍ وَبَاسُهُمُ
مَا لانَ يَوْمًا فَلا نِدٌّ لِذِي الْهِمَمِ
To them, war is "run and run", forever,
Their armies, their shields of the people's revolt,
فَلَوْ أَتَاهُمْ صَلاحُ الدِّينِ لانْتَفَضُوا
فَصَارَ فِي الأَسْرِ أَوْ رَدُّوهُ لِلرَّجَمِ
They are the tyrants, the heads of humiliation, their cunning
Is the cunning of devils, bodies of darkness,
وَصَارَ عِنْدَهُمُ رَاسَ التَّطَرُّفِ وَالْـ
ـإِرْهَابِ صَارَ عَمِيلاً بَاغِيَ الْحُكُمِ
They fought the banner of Islam and invented
Banners of oppression and their humiliation for the Arabs
أَمَّا إِذَا وُقِفُوا ضِدَّ الْيَهُودِ فَلَنْ
تَرَاهُمُ غَيْرَ قُطْعَانٍ مِنَ الْغَنَمِ!
The more days passed their rule but dive
Into the depths of disgrace and vengeance,
فَالْحَرْبُ (فَرٌّ وَفَرٌّ) عِنْدَهُمْ أَبَدًا
جُيُوشُهُمْ دِرْعُهُمْ مِنْ ثَوْرَةِ الْعَمَمِ
My heart roams embracing the sighs from its blood,
Its pains pour out sighs from my pain,
هُمُ الطُّغَاةُ رُؤُوسُ الذُّلِّ كَيْدُهُمُ
كَيْدُ الشَّيَاطِينِ أَجْسَادٌ مِنَ الظُّلُمِ
Make them a curse that destroys the tyrants and those
Who betrayed the covenants and live like cattle,
قَدْ حَارَبُوا رَايَةَ الإِسْلامِ وَاخْتَرَعُوا
لِلْعُرْبِ رَايَاتِ طُغْيَانٍ وَذُلِّهِمِ
Today they write in history an epic
Despite the treason, sins and worries,
وَكُلَّمَا مَرَّتِ الأَيَّامُ مَا حَكَمُوا
نَهْوِي بِأَعْمَاقِ بَحْرِ الْهُونِ وَالنِّقَمِ
Their women have woven the glory of our nation
Widowed and bereaved carrying the orphanhood,
طُفْ خَاطِرِي عَانِقِ الآهَاتِ مِنْ دَمِهَا
آلامُهَا تَسْفِكُ الآهَاتِ مِنْ أَلَمِي
Drowned in an ocean of anguish with no scream seen
They became mountains of patience and determination,
وَاجْعَلْهُمَا لَعْنَةً تُرْدِي الطُّغَاةَ وَمَنْ
خَانَ الْعُهُودَ وَمَنْ يَحْيَا كَمَا النَّعَمِ
They upheld a covenant so we see it today
And its grave was between al-Quds and dreams,
تُسَطِّرُ اليَوْمَ فِي التَّارِيخِ مَلْحَمَةً
رَغْمَ الخِيَانَةِ وَالإِجْرَامِ وَالغَمَمِ
They became like Khansa’ in sacrifice and devotion
They became, for us, like light in the darkness,
نِسَاؤُهَا قَدْ نَسَجْنَ العِزَّ أَرْدِيَةً
ثَكْلَى وَأَرْمَلَةٌ حَمَّالَةُ اليُتُمِ
They gifted our nation a generation of heroes
They fed it the pride of the free and the resolute
غَرْقَى بِبَحْرِ الأَسَى وَلا صَرِيخَ يُرَى
صِرْنَ الْجِبَالَ مِنَ السُّلْوانِ وَالهِمَمِ
How many children’s joy they burn
Orphans and displaced or live under the rubble,
أَحْيَيْنَ عَهْدًا فَصِرْنَا اليَوْمَ نُبْصِرُهُ
وَقَبْرُهُ كَانَ بَيْنَ الْقَصِّ وَالحُلُمِ
But these are the Khansa’s sons, how strange!
A baby’s cry is a horrifying roar to the enemies
أَضْحَيْنَ خَنْسَاءَ فِي بَذْلٍ وَتَضْحِيَةٍ
أَضْحَيْنَ هُنَّ لَنَا كَالنُّورِ فِي الغَسَمِ
Their boys are like lions fearing no confrontation
O for the rocks of might and conquest!
أَهْدَيْنَ جِيلاً مِنَ الأَبْطَالِ أُمَّتَنَا
أَرْضَعْنَهُ عِزَّةَ الأَحْرَارِ وَالصِّمَمِ
O for the hands that hurl them recoiled!
As if with light they hurl them on the enemies
كَمْ يَحْرِقُونَ مِنَ الأَطْفَالِ فَرْحَتَهُمْ
يُتْمٌ وَتشْرِيدٌ اوْ يَحْيَوْنَ فِي الرَّجَمِ
O for the souls sold sacrificially!
O for the bare chests of illusions!
لَكِنْ أُولاءِ بَنُو الخَنْسَاءِ وَا عَجَبَا
بُكَا الرَّضِيعِ زَئِيرٌ رَاعِبُ العُجُمِ
O for the innocence as it rose terrifying!
O for the hearts that are pure from defeat!
صِبْيَانُهَا كَأَسُودٍ لا تَهَابُ رَدًى
يَا لَلْحِجَارَةِ مِنْ بَاسٍ وَمِنْ غُنُمِ!
Their youth are the crescent of our nation
Like a star in the desert or the full moon in the darkness
يَا لَلأَيَادِي الَّتِي تُلْقِي بِهَا سَلِمَتْ!
كَأَنَّهَا بِالضِّيَا تُلْقِي عَلَى الدُّهُمِ
The sound of bombs has become a rhythm for them
O nation drowned in dance and tunes
يَا لَلنُّفُوسِ الَّتِي تُشْرَى مُضَحِّيَةً!
يَا لَلصُّدُورِ الَّتِي تَعْرَى مِنَ الوَهَمِ!
Passion for martyrdom has scented their hearts
O nation drowned in passion and resolve
يَا لَلْبَرَاءَةِ إِذْ ثَارَتْ مُفَزِّعَةً
يَا لَلْقُلُوبِ الَّتِي تَصْفُو مِنَ الهَزَمِ!
They are like falcons, their prey never missed
They are like lions, never fearing nations
شَبَابُهَا غُرَّةٌ فِي وَجْهِ أُمَّتِنَا
كَالنَّجْمِ فِي البِيدِ أَوْ كَالْبَدْرِ فِي الْعَتَمِ
Ascetics by night, marvel at their tears
Are they doves or lions before the throngs?!
صَوْتُ القَنَابِلِ قَدْ أَضْحَى لَهُمْ طَرَبًا
يَا أُمَّةً غَرِقَتْ فِي الرَّقْصِ وَالنَّغَمِ
Or are they the vanguards of good tidings, our victory
Erasing an era of sorrows and vengeance
عِشْقَ الشَّهَادَةِ قَدْ فَاحَتْ قُلُوبُهُمُ
يَا أُمَّةً غَرِقَتْ فِي العِشْقِ وَالوَصَمِ
Good tidings of the Prophet, they revive hearts
Not bothered by traitors or defeated
هُمْ كَالصُّقُورِ فَلَمْ تُخْطِئْ فَرَائِسَهَا
هُمْ كَالأُسُودِ فَلَمْ تَرْهَبْ مِنَ الأُمَمِ
O Jerusalem, patience, for your sighs have kindled
In the soul of every patriot oppressed
رُهْبَانُ لَيْلٍ لِتَعْجَبْ مِنْ مَدَامِعِهِمْ
أَهُمْ حَمَائِمُ أَمْ أُسْدٌ لَدَى الأَجَمِ؟!
Your blood is dearer to the free than theirs
Tomorrow you will rise against tyranny like raging fire
أَمْ هُمْ طَلائِعُ بِشْرٍ نَصْرُ أُمَّتِنَا
يَمْحُونَ عَهْدًا مِنَ الأَحْزَانِ وَالنِّقَمِ
O Lord, I am counted among its poets so help me
And make me one of its lions in its heated war
بُشْرَى النَّبِيِّ هُمُ تَحْيَا القُلُوبُ بِهِمْ
لا يَعْبَؤُونَ بِخَوَّانٍ وَمُنْهَزِمِ
O Lord, quench its soil with the blood of a young man
Who hopes to meet You, fulfilling his promises
يَا قُدْسُ صَبْرًا فَذِي آهَاتُكِ اسْتَعَرَتْ
فِي نَفْسِ كُلِّ أَبِيٍّ نَاءَ بِالضَّيَمِ
دِمَاكِ أَغْلَى عَلَى الأَحْرَارِ مِنْ دَمِهِمْ
غَدًا تَثُورُ عَلَى الطُّغْيَانِ كَالْحِمَمِ
يَا رَبِّ مِنْ شُعَرَائِهَا عُدِدْتُ فَجُدْ
وَاجْعَلْنِ مِنْ أُسْدِهَا فِي حَرْبِهَا الحَدَمِ
يَا رَبِّ وَارْوِ ثَرَاهَا مِنْ دِمَاءِ فَتًى
يَرْجُو لِقَاها نَصِيرًا مُوفِيَ الذِّمَمِ
