لا ، لا نَعُدُّ زَمانًا باتَ يُنْكِرُنا

ولا السِّنينَ الَّتِي تَاْتِي نُحَيِّيها

No, we do not count a time that denies us

Nor the years that come, we greet them

ما دامَتِ الدَّارُ تَرْجو عَوْدَ صاحِبِها

فَلا زَمانَ لَنا في بُعْدِ أَهْلِيها

As long as the house hopes for the return of its companion

So we have no time in the absence of its people

مِن يَوِمِ نَكْبَتِنا ما عادَ مِنْ فَرَحٍ

والدَّارُ خِلْوٌ غُرابُ البَيْنِ آوِيْها

Since the day of our defeat, no joy has returned

And the house is empty, the raven of separation nests it

تََحْنُو عَلَى أَهْلِها والشَّوْقُ يَأْكُلُها

والنَّارُ تَحْرِقُها عَمْدًا بِما فِيها

It yearns for its people and longing consumes it

And the fire burns it intentionally with what is in it

ألحَقُّ أَبْقَى إِذا مَرَّ الزَّمانُ سُدًى

وصاحِبُ القَوْسِ يَوْمَ الحَقِّ بارِيها

The truth remains when time passes in vain

And the owner of the bow on the day of truth aims it

ما كانَ مِنْ زَمَنٍ حُكْمٌ عَلَى وَطَنٍ

واللهُ فَوْقَهُما حُكْمًا وتَوْجِيها

What was of a time, a rule over a homeland

And God above them, a rule and guidance

إنْ مَاتَتِ الدّارُ مِن ظُلْمٍ نَمُتْ مَعَها

واللهُ أَقْدَرُ يُحْيِينا ويُحْيِيها ... !!!

If the house dies of injustice, it grows with it

And God is more capable to revive us and revive it!