يا أَيُّها البلد الكَئيبُ

حياكَ مُنهمر سَكوبُ

O my sorrowful country

I greet your pouring misfortune

لا تَبتئس بِالظُلم إن

ن غَداً لَناظرهِ قَريب

Do not despair of injustice, for

Tomorrow its beholder is near

وَغدٌ عَصيبٌ لا يَسر

ر الظالمين غدٌ عَصيب

And tomorrow is a difficult day that does not please

The oppressors, tomorrow is a difficult day

أَشرق بوجهك ضاحِكاً

وَلشمس شانئك الغُروب

Beam with your laughing face

And your enemy the sunset

ما بَعد غَمّك غَير يو

م تطمئن بِهِ القُلوب

After your sorrow nothing but a day

That reassures hearts

لَهفي عَلى البَلَد الكئي

ب تَعطَلت أَسواقُهُ

My anxiety for the sorrowful country

Whose markets have stopped

عارٍ كَما أَعرورى الخري

ف تَساقَطَت أَوراقه

Disgraced as the palm frond whose

Leaves have fallen

خَفقت جَوانحه أَسىً

وَتَقرّحت آماقه

Flapping its wings in sorrow

And its burrows ulcerated

صَبراً فَإِن الصَبر قَد

يَحلو بِفيك مَذاقه

Have patience, for patience

May be sweetly tasted

هَذا عَدوّك لا يَرع

ك وَهَذِهِ أَخلاقُهُ

This is your enemy who does not

Spare you, these are his morals

بلفور كَأسك مِن دَم الش

شهداء لا ماء العنَب

Make your cup from the blood of martyrs, not grape wine

Do not let it deceive you that it

لا يَخدعنّك أَنها

راقت وَكللها الحبب

Was delicate and dotted with seeds

For its seeds are souls that

فَحبابها الأَرواح قَد

وَثبت إِلَيك كَما وَثَب

Have risen and leapt to you

So look at your face, it

فَاِنظُر لِوَجهك إِنَّهُ

في الكَأس لوّحه الغضب

Waved angrily in the cup

And look, blinded, for it

وَاِنظُر عمِيت فَإِنَّهُ

مِن صَرخة الحَق التهب

Came from the scream of ignited truth

Balfour, your day in the sky is

بلفور يَومك في السَما

ء عَلَيك صاعِقَة السَماء

Like lightning striking from the sky

You are but the wolf that

ما أَنَت إِلا الذئب قَد

صَوّرت مِن طين الشَقاء

Was shaped from the clay of misery

And the wolf is a beast that always

وَالذئب وَحشٌ لَم يَزَل

يَضرى بِرائحة الدِماء

Harms with the smell of blood

Be disappointed in your promise, for the

إِخسأ بِوعدك إِن وَع

دك دونه رَب القَضاء

Promise is beneath the Lord of Destiny

And to Hell you both are

وَإِلى جَهَنَم أَنتُما

حطب لَها طول البَقاء

Firewood for it for eternity

Be disappointed in your promise, for the promise will not

إِخسأ بوعدك لَن يَضي

ر الوَعد شَعباً هَبَّ ناهض

Turn away a people that awoke resolute

Do not break the promise that

لا تَنقض الوَعد الَّذي

أَبرَمتهُ فَلَهُ نَواقض

You concluded, for it has invalidators

Woe to the promise of the old man

وَيل لِوَعد الشَيخ مِن

عَزمات آساد روابض

Of intentions like resting lions

Do I lose you, O my homeland, while

أَتَضيع يا وَطَني وَها

عرق العُروبة فيَّ نابض

The sweat of Arabism in me pulses?

So I will go in ransom for my people

فَلأذهبن فِداءَ قَومي

في غِمار المَوت خائض

Diving into the whirlpool of death

Good tidings my homeland, for

بشراك يا وَطَني فَقَد

نُفض الرقاد عَن البِلادِ

The slumber has been shaken off the countries

Braves have risen in you, throwing

نَهَضَت بَواسل فيك تق

ذف بِالنُفوس إِلى الجِهاد

Souls into struggle

They paved the way to supremacy

شَقوا الطَريق إِلى العُلا

وَخَطوا عَلى نَهج السَداد

And walked the path of righteousness

And the tongues of inanimate things will soon speak

وَلَسَوف تَنطق في سَبي

ل الحَق أَلسِنَةُ الجَماد

In the cause of truth

And woe, my homeland, to those who

وَالوَيل يا وَطَني لِمَن

أَضحى يصرّ عَلى العِناد

Have persisted in stubbornness

Good tidings my homeland, for the young women have risen at the right time

بُشراك يا وَطني فَقَد

نَهَضَت بِكَ الغيد الأَوانس

The watchful eyes of your narcissus awoke

They came from the door of the tent touching

حيّت جُموعَ الغانيا

ت عُيونُ نَرجسك النَواعس

In black attire

And they shouted in the face of the blind man and their right upon him is a guard

أَقبَلنَ مِن باب الخَلي

ل يمسن في سود المَلابس

My homeland, you have won if the women

Cried your name in the councils

وَصَرَخنَ في وَجه العَمي

د وَحقهن لَهُنَ حارس

My homeland, upon us altogether is the pact

To walk forward

وَطَني ظَفرت إِذا النِسا

ء هَتفنَ باسمك في المَجالس

And to live as brothers in

Pure affection and harmony

وَطَني عَلَينا العَهد جَم

عاً أَن نَسير إِلى الأَمام

And to defend you from afflictions

Racing to the baths

وَنَعيش إِخواناً عَلى

مَحض المودّة وَالوِئام

And to be, in elevating your prestige

Working constantly

وَنَردَّ عَنكَ النازِلات

مسابقين إِلى الحمام

Until you are seen sheltered

In the shade of dignity and peace

وَنَكون في إِعلاء شَأ

نك عاملين عَلى الدَوام

حَتّى تُرى مُتفيئاً

ظَلَّ الكَرامة وَالسَلام