بِلِدَى الْحَبِيْبَة كَم قَهْرَت عِدَاك

بِنِضَال مِن وُهِبُوا الْحَيَاة فِدَاك

My beloved country, how often you vanquished your foes,

Through the struggle of those who gifted their lives for your sake,

كَتَبُوْا سَجِّل فَخَارُهُم بِدِمَائِهِم

صَفَحَات نُوْر فِى ظَلَام ثَرَاك..

They inscribed the registry of their glory with their blood,

Pages of light amidst the darkness of your earth..

كَانُوْا الْمَشَاعِل فِى دُجَى ظُلْمَائِهَا

رَسَمُوا الْطَّرِيْق بِهَا إِلَى عَلْيَاك ..

They were torches burning in the depth of the gloom,

Charting the path through it toward your heights..

لَم يَرْكَبُوْا مَتْن الْقَضَاء بِمُحَرِّك

بَل فَوْق خَيْل دَائِبَات حُرَّاك ..

They did not ride the plains of destiny on engines,

But rather atop horses, unceasing and swift..

وَعَتَادِهِم مَا يَمْلِكُوْن مِن الْعِدَا

وَسِلَاحِهِم إِيْمَانِهِم بِهُدَاك ..

Their munitions were only what they seized from the foe,

And their true weapon was their faith in your guidance..

حَمَلُوْا لِوَاء الْرُّوْح فَوْق أَكُفِّهِم

وَتَوَثَّبُوَا يَحْمُوْن قُدْس حِمَاك..

They bore the banner of the soul upon their palms,

And sprang forth to guard the sanctity of your realm..

عِشْرُوْن عَاما فِى غِمَار مَعَارِك

قَد خَاضَهَا الْثُّوَّار تَحْت لِوَاك..

Twenty years in the overwhelming tides of battle,

Waged by the revolutionaries beneath your flag..

لَم يَعْرِفُوْا لَقَوِى الْعِدَا اسْتِسْلامِهِم

غَيْر الْفِدَاء وَلَا عَزِيْز سِوَاك..

They offered no surrender to the enemy's might,

Knowing only sacrifice, and none dear but you..

أَعَرَفْت " يَا لِيُبَيّا " جَلِيْل كِفَاحَهُم

ضِد الْبَغَاه عَلَى كَرِيْم رَبَّاك ؟

Have you known, "O Libya," the majesty of their struggle,

Against the tyrants upon your noble soil?