يا أُمَّةً في التُرابِ هامِدَةً

تَجاوَزَ اللَهُ عَن سَرائِرِكُم

O nation lying lifeless in the dust

God has forgiven your innermost thoughts

يا لَيتَكُم لَم تَطوا إِماءَكُم

وَلا دَنَوتُم إِلى حَرائِرِكُم

If only you hadn't enslaved your bondwomen

Or approached your free women

إِنِ اِستَرَحتُم مِمّا نُكابِدُهُ

فَنَحنُ مِن بَعدُ في جَرائِرِكُم

If you've found respite from our torment

Then we still suffer from your wrongs

قَد خَطَبَ الخاطِبونَ نُسوَتَكُم

وَأَسكَت الحِسَّ مِن ضَرائِرِكُم

The suitors have proposed to your women

And bereavement has stilled your children's tears

ذَرَّ البِلى فَوقَكُم رَمادَتَهُ

وَلَم تَعودوا إِلى ذَرائِرِكُم

Time has scattered its ashes over you

And you haven't returned to your homes

لَو شاءَ رَبّي أَمَرَّ مُقتَدَراً

ما نَقَضَ المَوتُ مِن مَرائِرِكُم

If my Lord had willed a powerful command

Death wouldn't have violated your sickbeds