لا وقت للأحزان أو للأدمع

دقي طبول الحرب هذا موقعي

No time for sorrows or tears

No time remains for sorrows or for tears,

The drums of war are beating, this is my station

Beat the drums of war; here I take my stand,

لا الشجب يجدي بل قذيفة مدفعي

قلب العدو مكانها فلتسمعي

No good comes from lamenting, rather an artillery shell

Condemnation is futile; my cannon's shell speaks best,

Let it strike the heart of the enemy, so you may hear

Its target is the enemy's heart—so listen well,

يا قدس .. يا أقصى وكل عواصمي

في غزة .. ولدى أريحا فلتعي

O Jerusalem! O Aqsa and all my capitals

O Jerusalem, O Aqsa, and all my capitals,

In Gaza, and near Jericho, be aware

In Gaza and in Jericho—heed the call,

أنا صوت شعب قال إني سائر

للحرب للميدان اّخذ موضعي

I am the voice of a people who said I am marching

I am the voice of a people declaring: I march,

To war, to the battlefield, taking my stand

To war, to the battlefield, claiming my ground,

خمسون عاما أنضجت ثمر الضنى

لم يصغ شارون لأنه أضلعي

Fifty years, the fruit of grief has ripened

Fifty years have ripened the bitter fruit of distress,

Sharon did not heed, for he is the most insolent

Sharon would not listen, for he is the ache within my ribs,

لم يحترم قدسي ولا حرمي به

بل جاء يغزو ساحتي بتنطع

He did not respect my sanctity or holy place

He respected neither my holiness nor my sanctuary,

Rather he came invading my square arrogantly

But came to invade my courtyard with arrogant pride,

هل يعرف المحتل إلا أن يرى

مني القذيفة في المكان الأفجع ؟

Does the occupier know anything but to see

Does the occupier understand anything but to see

From me a shell in the most painful place?

My shell strike him in the most grievous place?

الحرب للشجعان في سوق الوغى

بين الخنادق في قتال أروع

War is for the brave in the tumult of battle

War belongs to the brave in the marketplace of fray,

Between the trenches in the most splendid fighting

Amidst the trenches, in a combat most sublime,

ما حرر الأوطان غير شبابها

في كل طلقة مدفع من موقع

Nothing liberates homelands but their youth

Nothing liberates the homelands but their youth,

In every cannon shot from a station

With every cannon shot fired from the front,

القدس يبغيني فدائي الحمى

يحميه من باغ رنيم المخدع

Jerusalem calls me, its zealous guardian

Jerusalem seeks me as the guardian of the sanctuary,

Protecting it from the singing deceiver

To protect it from the tyrant in his deceitful lair,

القدس يبغيني أصد غزاته

إن حاولوا لمس المكان بأصبع

Jerusalem calls me to repel its invaders

Jerusalem seeks me to repel its invaders,

If they try touching the place with a finger

Should they attempt to touch the site with a single finger,

المدفع الجبار يسكت صوته

صوت سواه .. من المقام الأرفع

The great cannon silences its voice

The mighty cannon silences with its roar

Any voice other than...from the highest stand

The voice of any other—from the highest station,

طفل الحجارة قالها لشقيقه

أنا فارس القدس الذي لم يخنع

The child of stones said to his brother

The child of the stones declared it to his brother:

I am Jerusalem's knight who never yielded

"I am the knight of Jerusalem who never yielded,"

صدري لصاروخ العدا متعرض

والموت في حجري لصدر المدعي

My chest is exposed to the enemy missile

My chest lies open to the enemy's missile,

And death is in my lap for the false claimant

While death sits in my stone for the aggressor's breast.