طالَ انتظارُكِ بين اليأسِ والأملِ
يا كعبةَ المجدِ، حَيِّي موكبَ البطلِ
Long has been your wait between despair and hope,
O shrine of glory, greet the march of the hero!
هذا المآبُ المُرجَّى شُقَّةً قَصُرَتْ
وغُربةٌ عن ثَراكِ الطُّهْرِ لم تَطُلِ
This longed-for refuge has grown small,
And a separation from your pure grave has not lasted long.
يا لهفةَ القومِ، هلْ ضَجُّوا لرؤيتهِ
وجدَّدوا العهدَ من أيامهِ الأُوَلِ؟
O fervor of the people! Have they roared with joy at the sight of him
And renewed the covenant from his early days?
تَدَفَّقَ النهرُ من أقصى منابعِهِ
لهفانَ يسبقُ لمعَ البارِقِ العَجِلِ
The river has poured from its farthest springs,
Eagerly racing to meet the flash of lightning.
يثور تَيَّارُهُ العاتي فيسألُهُ:
أيُّ الأساطيرِ من ماضيَّ، خُيِّلَ لي؟
Its raging current surges and asks:
Which of the legends from the past was it that seemed real to me?
وأيَّ مضطَربٍ في ضِفتيَّ مَشَتْ
فيه الملايينُ من ساعٍ ومحتفِلِ
And which agitated soul walked along my banks,
Wherein millions were wakeful and celebrating?
أعودةُ الثائرِ المنفيِّ من سفرٍ
لا يبلغُ الوَهْمُ منه مفرقَ السُّبُلِ؟
Is it the return of the exiled rebel from a journey
That the mind cannot fathom the separation of its paths?
بل الشهيدُ المُسجَّى في لفائفِهِ
ضَنُّوا عليه بقبرِ الهانئِ الجذِلِ!
Nay! It is the martyr laid in his winding sheets -
They begrudged him even the despicable, lowly grave!
ما أشبَهَ اليومَ بالأمسِ الذي نَسَلوا
فيهِ على صَعَقاتِ الحادثِ الجلَلِ
How much today resembles the yesterday when they crept
Upon the stupors of the momentous, dreadful event!
هذا الرفاتُ تراثُ المجدِ في وطنٍ
لواؤُه عن ركاز المجدِ لم يَمِلِ
These remains are the heritage of glory in a homeland
Whose banner has not weakened from the pillar of glory!
أغلى الذخائرِ من ميراثِ نهضتِهِ
رفاتُ مستشهدٍ في الحقِّ مقتَتِلِ
The dearest treasures from the heritage of his renaissance
Are the remains of a martyr killed in truth.
مشى إليكِ به التاريخُ فاستلمي
معاقدَ الغارِ من فوديهِ، واقتبِلي
History has brought him to you, so receive
The knots of the cave from his deputies, and embrace him!
حان اللقاءُ فما أعددتِ من كَلِمٍ
وما ادَّخرتِ من الأشواقِ والقُبَلِ؟
The meeting has come, so what words have you prepared
And what longing and kisses have you stored up?
فاستشرفي النصرَ واستدني مطالعَهُ
هذا بشيرُ الهدى والحبِّ والأملِ
Look forward to victory and draw near its dawn -
This is the herald of guidance, love and hope!
عواهلُ النيلِ أم أشباحُهم عبروا
من ضِفَّةِ النهر ملءَ السَّهْل والجبلِ
Were they the ghosts of the Nile or did they cross
The riverbanks filling the plains and mountains?
مَرُّوا خِفافًا على الوادي كأنهمُ
مواكبُ السُّحُبِ البيضاءِ في الطَّفَلِ
They passed gently through the valley as though they were
Caravans of white clouds in the horizon.
وفي أساريرهم ذكرى، وأعينِهم
أسرارُ ماضٍ على الأحقابِ منسَدِلِ
In their coffins is a memory, and in their eyes
Are the secrets of a past cloaked over the eras.
يستغفرون ليومٍ مَرَّ، ما لهمُ
يَدٌ به، جَلَّ فرعونٌ عن الغِيَلِ
They ask forgiveness for a day they had no hand in -
A tyrant went too far in his injustice!
ما كان من يَسلُبُ الموتى مضاجعَهم
رَبُّ الصوالجِ والتيجانِ والدولِ
It was not the Lord of the coats of mail and crowns and states
Who stole the dead from their resting places.
حيَّوا بأرواحهم سعدًا ولو ملكوا
نبضَ الوتينِ مشوا في المشهد الحَفلِ
With their spirits they greeted Saad even if they ruled
The pulse of destiny - they walked in the bustling scene!
يا صاحبَ الخُلدِ كم للروحِ معجزةٌ
وكم تَمَثَّلَ روحُ الخلدِ في رَجُلِ
O owner of eternity, how many miracles the soul has
And how the spirit of eternity took form in a man!
لم ينتهِ الوحيُ والسحرُ الحلالُ، ولمْ
تَخْلُ الحياةُ من الرُّوادِ والرُّسُلِ
Revelation and lawful magic have not ended, and life
Has not been devoid of pioneers and messengers.
ومن دمِ الشهداءِ الباعثين بهِ
جيلًا من الحقِّ أو دنيا من الأملِ
And from the blood of martyrs who revive with it
A generation of truth or a world of hope.
ولم يَزَلْ لكَ صوتٌ كلما شرعوا
لَهَاذِمَ البغيِ ثَنَّاها على خجلِ
You still have a voice - whenever they began
To destroy tyranny it made them recoil in shame!
وطاف بالمدفعِ الداوي فأخرسَهُ
والنارُ في صدره تصطكُّ من وَجَلِ
It circled the thundering cannon and muted it
While the fire in its chest bubbled in anxiety!
لواؤُك الضخمُ ما زالتْ مواكبُهُ
تَتْرَى، وراياتُهُ حمراءَ كالشُّعَلِ
Your great banner - its processions still
Walk on, and its red flags flutter like flames!
يمشي على قَدَمٍ جَبَّارةٍ هزأتْ
بالصخرِ والموجِ، والنيرانِ، والأسَلِ
It walks with a giant's stride that mocked
The boulders, waves, fires and weapons!
هذا طريقُكَ للبيتِ الذي ألِفَتْ
خُطاكَ بالأمسِ، فاسلُكْهُ على مَهلِ
This is your road to the house you were accustomed to
Walking to in the past - so tread it gently!
انظرْ إليه، فما حالتْ معالمُهُ
ما للزمانِ بما خَلَّدْتَ من قِبَلِ!!
Look at it - its features have not changed
With what you immortalized in the past!
أسالَه اليومُ جرحًا لو مضتْ حِقَبٌ
لظلَّ في جنبِ مِصرٍ غَيْرَ مُندملِ
Today it asked it about a wound - if eras passed
It would remain by Egypt's side unhealed!
فَلْيُلْقِ أروعَ ما أبدَعتَ من خُطَبٍ
جلالُكَ الأبديُّ، المفردُ المَثلِ
So let it hear the most wondrous speech you created
Your eternal majesty, the peerless ideal!
وعشْ، كما أنتَ معنًى في ضمائِرِنا
لا ينتهي وحيُهُ يومًا إلى أجلِ
And live, as you are, a meaning in our conscience
Whose inspiration never ends or expires!
وصورةً سمحةَ الإشراقِ ملهمِةً
أرقَّ من خَطراتِ الشاعرِ الغَزِلِ
And a noble, radiant image, inspiring
More sublime than the poet's amorous fantasies!
ذكراكَ في الدهرِ أعمارٌ مخلدةٌ
حياةُ محتشدِ الأمجادِ متَّصلِ
Your memory in time is immortal lifetimes
The connected life of the assembled glories!
يطالعُ الناسَ منها، أينما اتَّجهوا
شعاعُ كوكبِكَ الوقَّادِ في الأزَلِ
It appears to people wherever they turn -
The guiding star of your eternal flame!
