شعب يغني يوم عيد فخاره

بأجل لحن رن في قيثاره

A people sing on their feast day with pride

To a fine melody that rings in their lyre

لحن يفيض حماسة فكأنما

تتناثر النيران من أوتاره

A melody overflowing with fervor as though

Sparks scatter from its strings like fire

غنى به الحادي فكان نشيده

وشدا به العزاف في مزماره

The wanderer sang it and made it his chant

The bard accompanied it on his flute

واليوم آمال البلاد تجمعت

وتوحدت في البرلمان وداره

And today the hopes of the nation unite

In parliament and its halls acute

هتفت تطالب بالجلاء وعزمها

متدافع كالسيل في تياره

They shout demanding evacuation and their resolve

Flows like a torrent in its route

لترد للوطن العزيز كرامة

ديست وتمسح عنه وصمة عاره

To restore the dear homeland its dignity

That was lost and wipe away its disgrace no doubt

لاحت تباشير الخلاص وأشرقت

وضاءة كالفجر في أنواره

The first signs of salvation have appeared and shone

With the light of dawn in its lights throughout

ورؤى الغد المأمول تطرب أمة

عانت من المحتل واستعماره

And visions of the hoped-for future delight a nation

That suffered from the occupier and its clout

فاليوم يطرب كل حر في الثرى

رغم الفروق ورغم بعد دياره

So today every free soul in this land rejoices

Despite differences and distant abodes about

هو عيدنا المأمول عيد كفاحنا

وبداية المرجو من أثماره

It's our longed-for feast, the feast of our struggle

And the start of the hoped-for fruit it brings out

هو عيدنا بل كل شعب عيده

فك المصفد من قيود أساره

It's our feast, nay every people's feast

When the shackled are freed from bonds stout