وقفةً بالشواطئِ المحزونَةْ

يذكر النيلُ دمعَه وشجونَهْ

A pause on the grieving shores

The Nile recalls its tear and lamentations

وَدَّ لوْ حولوا إلى السِّين مجرا

هُ وبَثُّوا على الطريقِ عيونَهْ

If only its course was turned into the letter 'Sīn'

And its eyes were scattered on the road

ومشى بالشهيدِ للوطنِ الثا

كلِ بحرًا من الدُّموع الهتونَهْ

And the martyr walked to the wounded homeland

Each sea overflowing with calm tears

دَنَتِ الدَّارُ، يا سفينة، إلَّا

شاطئٌ حالتْ المنيَّةُ دونَهْ

The house came near, O ship, except

Death obstructed it from reaching the shore

فاهدئي في ضفاف مصرَ وقرِّي

آن لليث أن يَحِلَّ عرينَهْ

So be still on Egypt's banks and rest

It's time for the lion to return to its den

قَرِّبِي من أديمها هيكلَ الحقِّ

تَضُمُّ الصدرَ الذي تحملينَهْ

Bring the temple of truth closer to its land

Embracing the chest that you carry

لحظةً يشتكي المتيمُ فيها

لوعةَ البينِ أو يبثُّ حنينَهْ

A moment when the afflicted complains

The agony of separation or utters its longing

ولك اللهُ، يا شواطئُ، فيمن

كنتِ في كلِّ موكبٍ ترقبينَهْ

God be with you, O shores, who

Waited for him in every procession

ذَهَبَتْ بسمةُ الثغورِ وحالتْ

لمحاتُ الطوالع الميمونَهْ

The smile of the frontiers is gone and

The auspicious rising lights have disappeared

ما عَرَفْتِ السفينَ من عهد «نافا

رينَ» غيرَ المجللاتِ الحزينَهْ

You have not known the ship since the days of "Navarino"

Except the sad decorated ones

خرجتْ منكِ، لَيلَةَ البحر، غرَّا

ءَ عليها من المنى ألفُ زينَهْ

On the night of the sea, they went out from you

Adorned with wishes, while the wounded moans within

ثم آبتْ إليكِ منكوسةَ الصو

رِ يئنُّ الجريحُ فيها أنينَهْ

Then they returned to you with lowered images

As the injured whimpers with his groan

فسلي البحرَ هل غدا لكِ أو را

حَ بطيفٍ من الفتوحِ المبينَهْ

So ask the sea, has it sailed to you

With any ghosts of the evident conquests?

ما شَهِدتِ الأيامَ غيرَ سوادٍ

يشفقُ النجمُ أنْ يشقَّ دجونَهْ

You have not witnessed days except gloom

As the star has pity to pierce its darkness

كلَّ يومٍ تستقبلينَ شهيدًا

ذاقَ في وحشةٍ الغريبِ منونَهْ

Every day you receive a martyr

Who tasted loneliness's death in exile

أو طريدًا وراءَ بحرٍ تحامَى

أن يرى مصرَ في الحديدِ سجينَهْ

Or an outcast behind an arrogant sea

So as not to see Egypt chained

فاذكري الآن، يا شواطئُ، عينًا

شَيَّعَتْ بالبكاءِ كلَّ سفينَهْ

Remember now, O shores, an eye

That bid farewell to each ship with tears

واحملي الوافدَ الكريمَ حنانًا

والثُمي ثغرهُ، وحيِّي جبينَهْ

And carry the noble newcomer with affection

Kiss his thirsty lips, and greet his forehead

وإذا ضقتِ بالأسى فاستمدي الـ

ـنوحَ من كل قريةٍ ومدينَهْ

And if you are overwhelmed with sorrow

Draw sobbing from each village and city

سائِلِي الريحَ أن تضجَّ عويلًا

وسلي البحرَ أن يُجَنَّ جنونَهْ

Ask the wind to scream with wailing

And ask the sea to craze with its madness

ذاك وادي البكا، وما بعجيبٍ

أن يَرَى الناسُ في البكاءِ فنونَهْ!

That is the valley of crying, and it is no wonder

That people see art in crying!

يا شهيدَ «الأحرار» لا كان يومٌ

كم تمنَّى في الغيب ألَّا يكونَهْ

O martyr of "Al-Ahrar", there was no day

That he did not wish in absentia that it would not exist

فزع النيلُ بالظنون إليه

فتحدَّى رجاءَهُ وظنونَهْ

The Nile was startled with suspicions about him

So it challenged its hope and suspicions

كلَّ جرحٍ أسالَ رُزْؤُكَ حتَّى

رَسَفَتْ مصرُ في الجراح الثخينَةْ

Every wound shed your satisfaction until

Egypt drowned in deep wounds

لو تَلَفَّتَّ خلفَ نعشِك يا «عد

لي» لراعتْكَ أمةٌ مسكينَهْ

If you had looked behind your coffin, O "Adly"

A miserable nation would have shuddered for you

كنت أهلًا لبرِّها وهواها

وهي كانتْ بمن تُحِبُّ ضنينَهْ!

You were worthy of its righteousness and passion

And it was passionate about whom it loves!

كيف لا تستقلُّ في حقك الدمـ

ـعَ ولا تُرخص الدموعَ الثمينَهْ؟

How can it not shed valuable tears for your right

And not make crying common for your sake?

ما بكاءٌ على الذي اتَّخذَ الأو

طانَ دنياهُ في الحياةِ ودينَهْ؟

No crying over one who took the homeland

As his worldly life and religion!

ما بكاءٌ على الذي حبس القلـ

ـبَ عليها، وجيبَه، وسكونَهْ؟

No crying over one who confined the heart to it

And his pocket and tranquility!

ما بكاءٌ عليه لو كان يُفدَى

كنتِ يا مصرُ برةً تفتدينَهْ!!

No crying over him even if he could be ransomed

You, O Egypt, would have been dutiful to ransom him!!

يا رسولَ السلام في كل حين

فقدتْ مصرُ وحيَه وأمينَهْ

O messenger of peace at all times

Egypt has lost its revelation and trustee

ذكر الناسُ فيكَ أيامَ «سعدٍ»

فبكوا رحمةً لما يذكرونَهْ

People recall in you the days of "Saad"

So they cried in mercy for what they remember

وتناجوا بذكر «ثروتَ» حتى

رجعوا الأمسَ واستعادوا

And they whispered the memory of "Tharwat" until

They returned yesterday and regained

عرضوا الذكريات فاهتجنَ فيهم

شئونَهْ...........................

They presented the memories so they were provoked in them

its affairs................

دِنْتَ بالنُّبْلِ والوداعةِ قلبًا

كامنَ الحزن والهمومَ الدفينَهْ

You were noble and kind at heart

Hidden inside is sorrow and sorrows

عقدتْ كفُّه بكفكَ عهدًا

عجز البطش والأذى أن يُلينه

His palm made a covenant with yours

That aggression and harm cannot soften

وتعانقتما وما كنتَ إلَّا

يتمنَّى العدوُّ ألَّا تصونَهْ

And you embraced while you were only

Wishing the enemy does not protect him

..............................

عونَ سعدٍ وإلفَهُ وخدينَهْ!

....................

Saad's help, his company and his affection!

يا نصيرَ الحقوقِ آثرت حقًّا

كلُّ نفسٍ بما قضاهُ رهينَهْ

O guardian of rights, you preferred what is right

While each soul is hostage to what it has earned

فنمِ الآنَ في ثرى مصرَ وانزلْ

منزلَ الحبِّ والهدى والسكينَهْ

So sleep now in Egypt's soil and descend

To the abode of love, guidance and tranquility

لم يَمُتْ مَنْ حديثُهُ يملأ الوا

دي ويطوي سهولَه وحزونَهْ

One whose talk fills the valley

And folds its sorrows, has not died

تأخذُ الظالمينَ صيحتُه الكبـ

ـرى، وتستعذبُ السماءُ رنينَهْ!

His great call takes the oppressors

And the sky savors his melody!