َكْبَرْتُ يومَك أن يكونَ رثاءَ

الخالدون عهِدتُهم أحياءَ

You grew old as your day was meant for eulogy

The immortal ones whose covenant I made alive

أوَ يرزقون ؟ أجل، وهذا رزقُهم

صِنوُ الخلودِ وجاهةً وعطاءَ

Or are they given sustenance? Yes, and that's their sustenance

The making of immortality, prestige and giving

قالوا: الحياةُ ، فقلت: دَيْنٌ يُقتضى

والموتُ قيل ، فقلت: كان وفاءَ

They said: life, so I said: a debt to be paid

And death was said, so I said: it was loyalty

يا قائدَ الجيش الشهيد أَمضّهُ

شوقٌ فزار جنودَه الشهداءَ

O leader of the martyred army send him

Yearning visited his martyred soldiers

أكبرتُ يومك أن يكون رثاءَ

أجعلتَ منه موعداً ولقاءَ ؟

You made your day too big to be a eulogy

Did you make it an appointment and meeting?

أَبِرَفْرَفِ الخلد استفزّك طائفٌ

لتسامرَ الخُلْصانَ والخلطاءَ ؟

Did the fluttering of eternity provoke you

To have a chat with the sincere and the insincere?

أم رُمتَ جمعَ الشملِ بعد تفرقٍ ؟

أم أن تُثيرَ كعهدك الشعراءَ ؟

Or did you want to gather the dispersed nation?

Or did you want to provoke the poets as was your habit?

يا ايها النَّسرُ المحلِّقُ يتقى

فيما يميلُ عواصفاً هوجاءَ

O you the soaring eagle avoiding

The raging storms as it tilts

ينقضّ عجلاناً فيفلِتُ صيدُهُ

ويصيدُه إذ يُحسن الإِبطاءَ

Swooping hastily so his prey escapes

And hunting it when slowing down was right

أُثني عليك، وما الثناء عبادة

كم أفسد المتعبدون ثناءَ

I praise you, and praise is not worship

How many worshippers have marred praise!

دِيَةُ الرجال إساءتان؛ مقلِّلٌ

وأساء، جنبَ مكثّر وأساءَ

The ransom of men is two insults: a belittler

And a slanderer avoid the augmenter and slanderer

لا يعصِمُ المجدُ الرجالَ، وإنما

كان العظيمُ المجد والأخطاءَ

Glory does not make men infallible

Rather, the great one makes glory and mistakes

وإذا النُّفوس ترفَّعت لم تفتكرْ

لا الانتقاص بها ولا الاطراءَ

And when souls became arrogant, they did not remember

Insulting them or flattering them

لا يأبهُ البحرُ الخضمُّ روافداً

يلقى، ولا زَبَداً يَطير غُثاء

The vast, roaring sea does not care about tributaries

Poured into it or the foam blown away as rubbish

لم يخلُ غابٌ لم يحاسَبْ عنده

أسدٌ، بما يأتي صباحَ مساءَ

An absent forest where no lion settles

His occasional mistakes are not counted, but

تحصى عليه العاثرات، وحسبه

ما فات من وَثَباته الإحصاءَ

His pouncing is counted, and it suffices him

What was missed in his counts

قد كنتَ شاخصَ أمّةٍ . نسماتِها

وهجيرَها، والصبحَ والإِمساءَ

You were the backbone of a nation. Its breeze

And roaring, the dawn and the twilight

ألقتْ عليك غياضَها، ومروجَها

واستودعتْكَ الرملَ والصحراءَ

Cast upon you its thickets, meadows

And entrusted you with the sand and the desert

كنتَ ابنَ أرضِكَ من صميم ترابها

تُعطى الثمارَ، ولم تكن عنقاءَ

You were the son of your land from the essence of its soil

Given fruits, and did not become barren

تتحضّن السرّاء من أطباعها

وتلُمّ رغم طباعك الضرّاءَ

Who takes both destinies: ease and adversity

And reproaches despite your disposition to harm

قالوا : أبٌ بَرٌّ فكانت أمّةٌ

أَلِفاً، ووحدك كنت فيها الباءَ

They said: an aloof father so the nation became

Thousands, while you alone in it were the b

خَبَطَتْ كعشواءٍ عُصوراً، وانثنت

مهزومةً، فأثرتَها شعواءَ

It stumbled blindly through eras, bent

Defeated, so you stirred it tempestuously

وأَنرتَ دربَ الْجيل شاءت دربَهُ

حيلُ الطغاةِ عميّةً تيهاءَ

You lit the path for the coming generation though

The tyrants’ cunning made it go astray

وعَرَفْتَ إيماناً بشائرَ وعيِهِ

إذ كان يعرِف قبلها إِغواءَ

And you recognized the good tidings of its awareness

When it used to recognize only temptation before

وانصعتَ في سُود الخطوب لئيمةً

تُسدى طلائعَهُ يداً بيضاءَ

You shone bright in the darkest of tribulations

With your white hand passing over its vanguard

وبرمتَ بالطبقات يحلبُ بعضُها

بعضاً، كما حلَب الرعاةُ الشاءَ

You rebelled against classes where one milks

The other, as shepherds milk ewes

وودِدتَ، لو لم تعترف شرّبْهِما،

لا الأغنياءَ بها ولا الفقراء

You wished that neither the rich nor the poor would recognize

Through it the sweetness of life or prosperity

وجهِدتَ أن تُمضي قضاءَك فيهما

لتُشيد مجتمعاً يَفيضُ هناءَ

And you strove to fulfil your destiny among them

To build a society overflowing with bliss

أسفاً عليك، فلا الفقير كفيته

بؤساً، ولا طُلتَ الغنيَ كفاءَ

Alas for you, you did not alleviate the misery of the poor

Nor did you ask the rich for adequacy

قد كان حولَك ألفُ جارٍ يبتغي

هدماً، ووحدَك من يُريد بناءَ

Around you were thousands trying

To destroy while you alone sought building

لله صدرُك، ما أشدَّ ضُلوعَه

في شدّةٍ، وأرقَّهن رثخاءَ

May your chest remains healthy, how intense

Are its ribs in adversity, and how kind in comfort!

تلج السياسَة في تناقض حالها

فتُطابِقُ العزماتِ والآراءَ

Politics contradicts itself in its changing states

Making resolves and opinions conform

كرّاً، وإحجاماً، ورقّةَ جانب

وصلابةً، وسلاسةً ودهاءَ

Sometimes harsh, sometimes restrained

Sometimes gentle, sometimes clever and sometimes cunning

ورأيت في " أسوان " قدرة ساحرٍ

يسعى ليوسع ميتا أحياءَ

And I saw in “Aswan” the power of a magician

Seeking to resurrect the dead

وبعثتَه حياً، ودُسْتَ مشكّكاً

وصَفَعْتَ همّازاً به مشّاءَ

You brought him back to life, and they doubted you

So you slapped the sceptics with him, awakened

وقَمرتَ شرَّ مقامرٍ وكسبته

وسلبته أوراقه السوداءَ

You spoiled the evil of a gambler and won him

And took away his wicked cards

وَرَدَدْتَ كيدَ مكايدٍ في نحره

واصطدته بشباكِهِ إغراءَ

You deflected the cunning of cunning people back into their throats

And finished them, and asked for their being cut off

ولففتَ رأسَ الأُفْعُوانِ بذيلهِ

وقطَعتَهُ، وخطبتَها بَتْراء

You made the miracle of the “channel” and terrified them

And quenched their hellfire thirst with water

وصنعتَ معجزةَ " القناة " ورُعتَهم

وسقيتَهمْ حممَ الجحيمِ الماءَ

You squeezed the energies of the masses, nurtured them

And found them very fertile

وعصرتَ طاقاتِ الْجموعِ، ورُزْتَها

فوجدتَها ولاّدةً عُشَراء

You provoked the chords of souls, so they willingly signed

Their brown tunes over to you

وجَسَسْتَ أوتار النُّفوس فوقّعت

لك طُوَّعاً أَنغامَها السمراءَ

They yielded to you their hearts and veins

Generous! Giving whatever dew has given

أَلقتْ إليك قُلوبَها وعُروقَها

سمحاءَ ما شاء الندى معطاءَ

When you speak you captivate the mind of the listener

And his devotion, hearing and listening

فإذا نَطْقَتَ ملكتَ مهجةَ سامع

وخشوعها، والسمع والإصغاءَ

And when you are silent your silence spreads awe

Making them seem like a silent battalion

وإذا سكتَّ أشاع صمتُكَ رهبةً

حتى يُخالَ كتيبةً خرساءَ

I praise you. Leaders shape the masses

As they create leaders

أُثني عليك، على الجموعِ يصوغُها

الزعماءُ، إذ هي تخلق الزعماءَ

The visions of “June” and it suffices you that it

Revives for us with its visions “Ashura”

ورؤى " حزيران " وحسبك أنه

يحيي لنا برؤاه " عاشوراءَ "

You rose high so the lofty mountains rose high

Dragged by the resolve and determination that you ignited

ناهضتَ فانتهضتْ تجرُّ وراءها

شمَّ الجبال عَزيمةً وَمَضاءَ

And emulated you so they walked guided

By your steps, had you been their fine guide

واقتدتَها فمشت يسدِّدُ خَطْوَها

إن كنت أنت دليلَها الحدّاءَ

And you stumbled, so they stumbled, and you were their banner

Falling, and they did not accept any banner but you

ونُكِستَ، فانتكستْ، وكنت لواءها

يهوي، فما رَضِيَتْ سواك لواءَ

A trust that perplexes warning, and a pride

That the intoxicated got lost in

ثقة، يَحارُ بها النهى، ومعزّة

تاهت على هام السُّها خيلاءَ

They said: blind emotions! And rarely does

A leader arouse blind emotions!

قالوا: عمىً في العاطفات، ونَدْرةٌ

بَعْثُ الزعيم عواطفاً عمياءَ

They were attendants walking toward

Death, not unknowingly or under coercion

كانوا وُعاةً يأخذون طريقهم

للموت، لا غُفْلا ولا أجَراءَ

The path was harsh for the weak, while the resolves

Of men chose hardship and fatigue

خار الضعاف دروبَهم، وتخيّرت

هممُ الرجال مشقَّةً، وعناءَ

How could you be blamed for a long dark night

That makes the next dawn even darker?

ما كان ذنبكَ أن يطول على السُّرى

ليلٌ يُطيل صباحُه الظلماءَ

Turning away on it are the escapees

And under its wing gather “the agents”

يَطْوي عليه الناكصون جَناحَهم

ويضمّ تحت جناحه " العملاءَ "

Everyone...and neither the innocent masses

Are to blame, innocent and pure from rape

كلّ، ولا ذنبُ الجموع بريئةً

عذراءَ من غصب العَفاف بُراء

What was the fault of both your number as pebbles

We were insulted by conquering them?

ما كان ذنبَ كليكما عدد الحصى

أمم نُهين بوطئها الحصباءَ

O Egypt! We the dreamers as they claim?

Far from it! That tendency seems deluded

يا مصرُ نحن الحالمون كما ادّعوا ؟

حاشا، وبئست نزعةٌ تتراءى

We are the lungs amid the folds of a nation

That went about with us gasping for air

إنا رئاتٌ في حنايا أمّةٍ

راحت بنا تتنفَّس الصُّعداء

We brought no innovations but we

Were the echoes of what she dreamed

لم نأتِ بِدعاً في البيان وإنما

كنّا لما حَلَمتْ به اصداءَ

We are no angels, but it suffices us

To resist temptation

لسنا ملائكةً، ولكن حسْبُنا

إغراؤها، لنقاوم الإغراء

We wrap ourselves with what she has given us of revelation Above all that life offers as consolation

I beg your pardon, we are blameless

نُلفي بما وهبت لنا من وحيها

عن كلِّ ما تَهَبُ الحياةُ عزاءَ

Created to give everything its due right

Created to feel what a creeping ant feels

لا هُمَّ عَفْوَك، إننا من قلّة

خُلِقَت لتعطيَ حقَّها الأشياءَ

In its crawl, a dove and a soft feather

To live the tragedy of all creatures

خلقت لتُدرِكَ ما يخامرُ نملةً

في زَحْفها، وحمامةً ورقاءَ

And to discern its remedy and disease

Have mercy on those who burdened themselves

لتعيشَ مأساةَ الخليقةِ كلَّها

ولتستبينَ دواءَها والدّاءَ

To overlook what they do see!

The zeal of men roared and indignation roared

وارحمتا للمبصرينَ تكلّفوا

أن يُسدلوا عمّا يرون غشاءَ

That even lions are weaker than goats!

What courage do these “lions” have that all

دَوّت حماساتُ الرجال، وأَرْزَمَتْ

حتى لتستبقُ الْجِمال رُغاءَ

Cannot match a crawling serpent!

Five million nations and Arabs

ما أشجع " الآسادَ " تعجز كلُّها

عن أن تنازلَ حيّةً رقطاء !!

Give three loafers a chance

Playing while the “second of the two Qiblas” is violated

خمسٌ مِئون ملّةً وعروبةً

تعطي الصَّغار ثلاثة لقطاءَ

And celebrating “the Ascension and the Night Journey”

And adorning the sitting rooms every evening

تلهو و " ثاني القبلتينِ " مباحةٌ

وتُعيّدُ " المعراج " و " الإسراءَ "

To establish the selling of “Zaraat and Tishreen” calls

And hoarding the ill-gotten gold like its people

وتُزخرف الحلقاتِ كلَّ عشيّة

لتقيمَ " زارا ط أو تشُنَّ دعاءَ

Who find life miserable and rich

And chasing the noble thought as if

وتكدِّسُ الذهبَ الحرامَ كأَهلِهِ

تجد الحياة مذلّةً وثراءَ

Chasing an epidemic and contagion from it!

And the “Constitution” shares the awareness of the militant

وتطارد الفكر الشريفَ كأنّها

منه تطارد " هيضة " ووباءَ

With the criminals in penalty and punishment!

And theorizes tyranny to turn

ويشارك " الدُّستورُ ! " وعيَ مناضل

بالمجرمين عقوبةً وجزاءَ

The Hanif religion into inability to give

From above the gallows’ necks dangle

وتُفلسفُ الْجورَ العسوفَ وتجلد

الدينَ الحنيفَ ليستحيل عطاءَ

The best heads in pride and loyalty

The dungeons are almost upset in grief

من فوقِ أعناق المشانقِ تدّلي

خيرُ الرؤوس شهامةً ووفاءَ

Crying to have mercy upon the prisoners!

And again they wonder how their place

وتكاد أقبية السُّجونِ غضاضةً

وأسىً تَصيح لترحم السجناءَ

Used to be where life originates and passes

Why wonder? We do not blame destiny

وتعود تَعْجَبُ كيف كان مكانُها

من حيث تنطلق الحياةُ وراءَ

Or what we are in is destined

We went deducting compromise from the wing

فيم التعجّبُ ؟ لا نحمِّل وِزرَنا

قَدَراً، ولا ما نحنُ فيه قضاءَ

In secret and shortening the wing of deceit

Not pleased with the low ground we have

رُحنا نقصُّ من الجَناح قوادماً

وخوافياً قصَّ الغريرِ رداءَ

By force, and the wing does not rise to heaven I asked myself though I do not want its answer:

Do I hate who surrenders and cries?

ونزِفّ لا الأرض الوطيئة نرتضي

وكراً، ولا يرقى الجناح سماءَ

Did you see “Salah al-Din” getting crazy

When the zeal and indignation intensified?

ساءلتُ نفسي لا أريد جوابَها

أنا أمقُتُ الضرّاع والبكّاءَ

Or did “Quds” return to the same humiliation?

Or did the religion of Muslims become hypocrisy?

أترى " صلاح الدين " كان محمَّقاً

إذ يستشيط حميّةً وإِباءَ

Son of “Qenana” and son of every great woman

Who is cunning in affliction, be cunning

أم عادت " القدس " الهوانَ بعينه ؟

أم عاد دين المسلمين رياءَ ؟

Make us prouder that you are displeased when told

What news you used to hate hearing:

يا ابن " الكِنانةِ " وابنَ كلِّ عظيمةٍ

دهياءَ تُحسن في البلاء بلاءَ

“The saviours” were slaughtered and you a victim

Died for them, though sacrifice does not replace sacrifice

أعززْ علينا أن تساء منبَّئاً

ما كنت تكره مثلها أنباءَ:

“The saviours” were slaughtered, and I wish thousands of slaughterers Would replace a finger of them that still moves

The honour of “Jordan” was dyed with the blood

ذُبح " الفُداةُ " ورُحتَ أنت ضحيةً

عنهم، وما أغنى الفِداء فداءَ

Of the best lineage it has blood

Until the sun shines on its banks

ذُبح " الفداة " وليت ألْفي ذابحٍ

عن إصبَعٍ منهم يروح وقاءَ

Pelting it with stones evening and morning

They left the leftovers of the invaders on its “Western” side

واخزيةَ " الأُرْدُنِّ " صُبِّغ ماؤه

من خير أعراقٍ لديه دماءَ

So they fell on its “Eastern” side torn into pieces

Those bones, their dust will whirl up

لا طالعتْ شمس النهار ضفافَهُ

وتساقطت رجماً عليه مساءَ

To blind kings and bury princes

And if you are astonished, their gathering

نذروا لأشلاء الغزاة بغَربِهِ

فتساقطوا " شرقيّه " اشلاء

Around it are the dissenters and the dissenters

They resorted to the “settlements” so they were named

تلك العظامُ سيستطير غُبارُها

يُعمي الملوكَ، ويطمُرُ الأمراءَ

Moderates, and its people were named moderates!

O Egypt the dream of all Easts

وإذا عجبت فأَنْ يلمّ رميها

من حوله " الفرقاء " والفرقاءَ

Since dreams and fantasies suffered

O daughter of “your Nile” from the sweetness of its chime

لجأوا لأدبار " الحلول " فسمِّيت

وَسَطاً، وسمِّي أهلها وُسطاءَ

The tunes of your chime are utter softness and clarity

It embraced life as an infant, so they walked together

يا مصرُ يا حُلم المشارق كلِّها

مذ عانت الأحلام والأهواءَ

And walked together competing as equals

Awake to awaken what shakes her bed

يا بنتَ " نيلك " من عذوبة جرسِهِ

نغماتُ جرسك رفّةً وصفاء

Did not rest in its banks even a blink

And the foster daughter of the “two pyramids” grew old as they

حَضَنَ الحياةَ صبيّةً فمشت به

ومشى بها يتباريان سواءَ

Raised you in your prime and youth

You give all your magic in prosperity

يقظى ليقظانٍ يَهُزُّ سريرها

لم تقوَ في شُطئانِهِ إغفاءَ

And you are patient with adversity

You supply time with seven plentiful years

وربيبةَ " الهرمين " شاخا إذ هما

يتبنّيانِكَ صبوةً وفَتاء

Enough for it seven arid years

The centuries passed leaving their spells

تُلْقِينَ في السرّاء سحرَك كلَّه

وتموّعين بصبرك الضراءَ

Pelting you with the rising and setting

The dawn painting a blooming cheek

وتموِّنين الدهر سبعاً خِصبةً

يُكفَى بها سبعاً له جدباءَ

The night kohl-lining languid eyes

The sun scorching a tan Arab

مشت القرونُ، وخلّفت أسحارها

ترمي عليك الطلَّ والأنداءَ

The stars dancing a swaying stature

You stepped fresh into the “civilization” farm

والصبحُ يصبغُ وجنةً مشبوبةً

والليلُ يكحُلُ مقلةً وطفاءَ

Starting it with a green apple

And you picked flowers on its flanks

والشمس تلفَحُ سُمرةً عربية

والنجم يُرقِص قامةً هيفاءَ

Turning them into singing gardens

Sheltering them, poetry and poets

ودَرَجتِ في حَقْلِ " الحضارة " غضّةً

وبدأتِه تفّاحةً خضراءَ

And science, scientists and philosophers

blaze despite the overwhelming darkness and dispel

ولممتِ عن جنبيهِ أزهارَ الرُّبى

وجلوتِهنَّ جنائناً غنّاءَ

it, increasing joy and comfort

And persevere! You have persevered the like of it

أسكنتِهُنَّ الشعرَ والشعراءَ

والعلم، والعلماءَ، والحكماءَ

And more then made them into specks of dust

blaze! Three continents spanning

شِعّي برغم الداجيات، وزحزحي

منها، وزيدي بهجة ورُواءَ

Eras shine with your bright torch

O Egypt your three letters were to me

وتماسكي، فلقد صَمَدْتِ لمثلِها

وأمرَّ، ثم أطرتِهنَّ هباءَ

Were it not for hyperbole, fervour and swoon

Twenty years I never visited you and an hour

شِعّي، فَقاراتٌ ثلاثٌ تجتلي

عَبر العُصور سِراجَكِ الوضّاءِ

Of them was wish and hope from me

Why? I do not know save that twenty poems

يا مصرُ، أحرفُك الثلاثةُ كنَّ لي

لولا الغلوُّ، الوجدَ والإِغماءَ

Did not help me meet you

I forgot in them Egypt’s people and provoked it Hoping it climbs the commotion

عشرين عاماً لم أزرْكِ وساعةٌ

منهنّ كانت منيةً ورجاءَ

And condemned the “Pharaoh” who goes astray arrogantly

Forbidding and ordering without care

لِمْ ؟ لست أدري غير أنَّ قصائداً

عشرين لم تشفعْ لديكِ لقاءَ

I was jealous of your visitors, finding me

Sponging, envying her sister sponging

ناغيتُ فيها شعبَ مصرَ وهِجتُهُ

ورجوتُه أن يركبَ الهيجاءَ

They crawl down every hill, while I was not

In craving you a worthless crawl

وشجبتُ " فرعوناً " يتيه بزهوه

ينهى ويأمر سادراً ما شاء

The burden of heavy shadows that I could not endure

Did you carry, may I be sacrificed for you, the weighty?

وظلِلتُ أحْسُدُ زائريك، وخِلتُني

رتعاءَ، تحسُد أختها العجفاءَ

I indulged in you a fatherhood that to me

Certain knowledge, as children act spoiled

من كلّ حدْبٍ ينسلون، ولم أكنْ

وهواكِ فيهم نسلةً نكراءَ

O Egypt I have a homeland that makes me

Appreciate its giving and loves giving in me

وَهَبى ثقيلَ الظلِّ كنتُ فلم أُطَقْ

أفما أَطَقْتِ فديتكِ الثقلاءَ

It is crowded with paths around me until I

Almost lose in the crowds my cloak

دلّلتُ فيك أُبوّةً عهدي بها

علمَ اليقين، تدلَّل الأَبناءَ

We have walked the path of struggle since it cleared

The pride of struggle in its atmosphere and lit up

يا مصرُ، لي وطنٌ أُجِلُّ عطاءَه

ويُحبُّ فيَّ سماحةً وعطاءَ

Resounding together endlessly, I provoke it

With preference, and it provokes me with gesture

يغشى الدُّروبَ عليَّ حتى إنني

لأكاد أفقِدُ في الزِّحام رداءَ

Death has one family, and martyrdom has its people

Do you see me being slaughtered to slaughter martyrs?!

سِرْنا على درب الكفاحِ مُذ انجلى

فخرُ الكفاحِ بجوِّه وأضاءَ

And in Egypt I have a homeland that made me soar

To where I would not have soared in other horizons

مُتجاوِبَيْنِ مدى الأبيدِ، أهُزّه

إيثارةً، ويهزّني إيحاءَ

I find there all the worlds gathered in its foothills

Glory to the Creator of its parts being parts

للموت أحدو والشهادةِ أهلَه

أترى وُجدت لأذبح الشهداءَ ؟!

O lotus tree at the farthest limit that only recognized

The green shadows and longings

وبمصرَ لي وطنٌ أطار بجوّه

ما لا أطار بغيره أجواءَ

Nasser took from your shadows and so he often

Gave the masses his own shadows and bestowed them

أجدُ العوالمَ كلَّها في سَفْحه

سبحانَ خالقِ كونِه أجزاءَ

And upon you, O pride of struggle, greetings

As pure and sincere as your soul

يا سِدرةً في المنتهى لم تعترف

إلاّ الظلالَ الخضر والأفياءَ

If death befalls you in the battle’s expanses then after

You ignited its sands and wilderness

عاطي ظلالَك " ناصراً " فلطالما

عاطى الْجموع ظلالَه وأفاءَ

And you carried from honesty its heaviest weight

Without dropping it out of boredom or fatigue

وعليكَ يا فخر الكفاح تحيّةٌ

في مثل روحك طيبةً ونقاءَ

Sleep safely! Your free soul will extend

Amidst the struggle to your loyal comrades

إن تقضِ في سُوح الْجهاد فبعدَما

سَعَّرْت فيها الرمل والرمضاءَ

ولقد حملتَ من الأمانةِ ثِقْلَها

لم تُلْقِها بَرَماً ولا إعياءَ

نمْ آمناً، ستُمِدُّ روحُك حرّةً

وسْط الكفاحِ رفاقَك الأمناءَ