شَرَفاً نُصَيرُ اِرفَع جَبينَكَ عالِياً

وَتَلَقَّ مِن أَوطانِكَ الإِكليلا

Nobly we aid, raise your head high,

And receive the wreath from your homelands.

يَهنيكَ ما أُعطيتَ مِن إِكرامِها

وَمُنِحتَ مِن عَطفِ اِبنِ إِسماعيلا

It congratulates you for the honor it gave you,

And the kindness you obtained from the son of Ishmael.

اليَومَ يَومُ السابِقينَ فَكُن فَتىً

لَم يَبغِ مِن قَصَبِ الرِهانِ بَديلا

Today is the day of the forerunners, so be a gallant man

Who does not seek in the racecourse an alternative rod.

وَإِذا جَرَيتَ مَعَ السَوابِقِ فَاِقتَحِم

غُرَراً تَسيلُ إِلى المَدى وَحُجولا

And if you run with the forerunners, break through

Seas that flow into the distance and lakes.

حَتّى يَراكَ الجَمعُ أَوَّلَ طالِعٍ

وَيَرَوا عَلى أَعرافِكَ المِنديلا

Until the crowds see you the first to rise

And they see the handkerchiefs atop your peaks.

هَذا زَمانٌ لا تَوَسُّطَ عِندَهُ

يَبغي المُغامِرُ عالِياً وَجَليلا

This is an era with no moderation,

That seeks the risk taker, lofty and glorious.

كُن سابِقاً فيهِ أَوِ اِبقَ بِمَعزِلٍ

لَيسَ التَوَسُّطُ لِلنُبوغِ سَبيلا

Be a forerunner in it, or remain aloof,

Moderation is not a path for talent.

يا قاهِرَ الغَربِ العَتيدِ مَلَأتَهُ

بِثَناءِ مِصرَ عَلى الشِفاهِ جَميلا

O vanquisher of the imminent West, you have filled it

With Egypt’s praise, beautiful on the lips.

قَلَّبتَ فيهِ يَداً تَكادُ لِشِدَّةٍ

في البَأسِ تَرفَعُ في الفَضاءِ الفيلا

You have overturned in it a hand that with intensity

Can almost raise the elephant through space.

إِنَّ الَّذي خَلَقَ الحَديدَ وَبَأسَهُ

جَعَلَ الحَديدَ لِساعِدَيكَ ذَليلا

Indeed He who created iron and its might

Made iron submissive to your arms.

زَحزَحتَهُ فَتَخاذَلَت أَجلادُهُ

وَطَرَحتَهُ أَرضاً فَصَلَّ صَليلا

You repelled it and its skins recoiled

And you threw it to the ground clanging noisily.

لِمَ لا يَلينُ لَكَ الحَديدُ وَلَم تَزَل

تَتلو عَلَيهِ وَتَقرَأُ التَنزيلا

Why does iron not bend for you when you have always

Recited revelations and read the Scripture to it?

الأَزمَةَ اِشتَدَّت وَرانَ بَلاؤُها

فَاِصدِم بِرُكنِكَ رُكنَها لِيَميلا

The crisis intensified and its afflictions spread

So strike its pillar with your pillar to make it lean.

شَمشونُ أَنتَ وَقَد رَسَت أَركانُها

فَتَمَشَّ في أَركانِها لِتَزولا

You are Samson and its pillars have been planted

So walk through its pillars to make them collapse.

قُل لي نُصَيرُ وَأَنتَ بَرٌّ صادِقٌ

أَحَمَلتَ إِنساناً عَلَيكَ ثَقيلا

Tell me, O truthful and benevolent ally

Have you once carried upon yourself a heavy human?

أَحَمَلتَ دَيناً في حَياتِكَ مَرَّةً

أَحَمَلتَ يَوماً في الضُلوعِ غَليلا

Have you once carried in your life a religion

Or once carried in your ribs a simmering anguish?

أَحَمَلتَ ظُلماً مِن قَريبٍ غادِرٍ

أَو كاشِحٍ بِالأَمسِ كانَ خَليلا

Have you borne injustice from a betraying kin

Or a bosom friend who yesterday was dear?

أَحَمَلتَ مِنّا بِالنَهارِ مُكَرَّراً

وَاللَيلِ مِن مُسدٍ إِلَيكَ جَميلا

Have you borne from us by day repeated

And by night affection from a slanderer to you?

أَحَمَلتَ طُغيانَ اللَئيمِ إِذا اِغتَنى

أَو نالَ مِن جاهِ الأُمورِ قَليلا

Have you borne the tyranny of the vile when he grew rich

Or gained a little prestige from the course of events?

أَحَمَلتَ في النادي الغَبِيِّ إِذا اِلتَقى

مِن سامِعيهِ الحَمدَ وَالتَبجيلا

Have you borne in the foolish club when it convened

Praise and veneration from its listeners?

تِلكَ الحَياةُ وَهَذِهِ أَثقالُها

وُزِنَ الحَديدُ بِها فَعادَ ضَئيلا

That is life and these are its burdens

By which iron was weighed and returned paltry.