مَهلاً بَني الشَرقِ لا تَعطِف بِكُم هِمَمٌ

الشَرقُ مِنها مَروعُ السِربِ مَزؤودُ

Slow down, sons of the East, no ambitions can make you lean

The East, from which flocks scared of wolves flee

قَومٌ هُمُ الجِنُّ سُلطاناً وَمَقدِرَةً

إِن كانَ لِلجِنِّ صُنعٌ بَعدُ مَشهودُ

A people who are jinn-like in power and capability

If the jinn had any later work that was praised

شَقّوا الجِواءَ فَلا بابُ السُّهى غُلُقٌ

وَلا السَبيلُ إِلى الجَوزاءِ مَسدودُ

They tore through the atmosphere, so the door of serenity is not locked

Nor is the way to Al Jawzaa blocked

الغَربُ في بَرَكاتِ العِلمِ مُنغَمِسٌ

وَالشَرقُ في ظُلُماتِ الجَهلِ مَوؤودُ

The West is immersed in the blessings of science

While the East is submerged in the darkness of ignorance

بادَت لَهُ صُحُفٌ بيضٌ مُطَهَّرَةٌ

وَاِستُحدِثَت صُحُفٌ قارِيَّةٌ سودُ

White, purified pages have vanished

And black, nasty pages were created

دُنياهُ وَحشِيَّةُ الأَطماعِ فاتِكَةٌ

وَدينُهُ فاحِشُ الأَخلاقِ عِربيدُ

Its world is the viciousness of greed

And its religion the vulgarity of character, worn out

دينٌ مِنَ الغَيِّ يَطغى في مَعابِدِهِ

رَبٌّ مِنَ الذَهَبِ الوَهّاجِ مَعبودُ

A religion which excess of illusion dominates its temples

A golden, flaming lord being worshipped

وَلَن تُقيمَ يَدُ الباني وَإِن جَهَدَت

دُنيا الشُعوبِ وَرُكنُ الدينِ مَهدودُ

And the builder’s hand will not straighten

The life of nations and pillar of religion destroyed