يُريدُ الغاصِبونَ وَنَحنُ نَأبى

وَيَأَبى اللَهُ ذَلِكَ مِن مُرادِ

The oppressors want, but we refuse

And God denies that from intention

أَقاموا بَينَنا دَهراً طَويلاً

رَمونا فيهِ بِالنُوَبِ الشِدادِ

They stood between us for a long time

During which they blamed us with heavy guilt

لَهُم في الظُلمِ آثارٌ سَتَبقى

مَعالِمُها إِلى يَومِ التَنادِ

For them in injustice traces will remain

Its features until the day of calling

تَمادَوا فيهِ وَاِتَّخَذوهُ ديناً

وَشَرُّ الظُلمِ ظَلمُ ذَوي التَمادي

They persisted in it and took it as a religion

And the worst injustice is the injustice of the obstinate

بَني التاميزِ لَيسَ لَكُم مُقامٌ

فَزولوا مُسرِعينَ عَنِ البِلادِ

Oh children of discrimination, you have no place

So depart hastily from the countries

دَعونا يا بَني التاميزَ إِنّا

مَلَلنا العَيشَ مِن طولِ الحِدادِ

Leave us, O children of discrimination, we

Are tired of living in long mourning

أَتُفجِعُنا المَآتِمُ كُلَّ يَومٍ

وَتُفزِعُنا النُعاةُ بِكُلِّ نادِ

Does the misfortunes depress us every day

And the wailers frighten us in every call

نَسيرُ مِنَ السِياسَةِ في ظَلامٍ

يُجَلبِبُ كُلَّ أُفقٍ بِالسَوادِ

We walk in politics in darkness

That covers every horizon in blackness

بَني التاميزَ أَينَ النورُ يَهدي

نُفوساً ما لَها في مِصرَ هادِ

Oh children of discrimination, where is the light that guides

Souls that have no guide in Egypt

زَعَمتُم أَنَّ خُطَّتَكُم صَلاحٌ

وَأَنّا لا نُريدُ سِوى الفَسادِ

You claimed that your plan is reform

And that we want nothing but corruption

وَجِئتُم بِالحِمايَةِ وَهيَ أَدهى

وَأَشأَمُ ما نَخافُ مِنَ العَوادي

And you came with protection and it is more harmful

And ominous than what we fear from caprices

بَني مِصرٍ وَبِئسَ مَآلُ مِصرٍ

إِذا لَم تَسمَعوا صَوتَ المُنادي

Oh children of Egypt, and evil is the fate of Egypt

If you do not hear the voice of the caller

بَلاءٌ في الكنانَةِ مُستَمِرٌّ

وَشَرٌّ كُلَّ يَومٍ في اِزدِيادِ

Affliction in arrogance is lasting

And evil every day is increasing

لَقَد أَثرى المُنافِقُ وَالمُداجي

وَباتَ فَتى الجِهادِ بِغَيرِ زادِ

The hypocrite and the sycophant have enriched

And the young man of jihad spent without provision

عَزاءً مَعشَرَ الأَحرارِ إِنّا

نَعُدُّ بِلادَنا خَيرَ العَتادِ

Take solace, O free people, we

Consider our country the best supplies