يَا مِصْرُ خَطْبُكِ خَطْبُ الشَّرْقِ أَجْمَعِهِ

عَلَى اخْتِلافِ بَنِيهِ وَالأَسَى عُمَمُ

O Egypt, your plight is the plight of the East entire,

Despite the divergence of its people and their sorrows abound,

فَفِي حَوَاضِرِهِ الظَّبْيُ المَرُوحُ سَجَا

وَفِي بَوَادِيهِ رِيعَ الضَّيْغَمُ الأَضِمُ

In its cities the yearning gazelles were left to graze,

And in its valleys the fruits of the oleander bloom,

تَلَجْلَجَ الْبَرْقُ إِذْ طَارَ النَّعْيُ بِهِ

وَاسْتَشْعَرَتْ وِقْرَهُ الْوَخَّادَةُ الرُّسُمُ

Lightning flashed when news of him took flight,

And in solemnity his death did customs don,

لُبْنَانُ مَادَتْ بِهِ حُزْناً رَوَاسِخُهُ

وَجَفَّ بِالغُوطَوِ الصَّفْصَافُ وَالرَّتَمُ

Lebanon's firm roots were bent in grief,

And the willow and tamarisk of Al-Ghouta were sere,

وَفِي السَّوَادِ عُيُونٌ بِالسَّوَادِ جَرَتْ

وَفِي الحِجَازِ وَ نَجْدٍ لِلْجَوَى ضَرَمُ

In the darkness eyes did flow with darkness,

And in Hejaz and Najd agony took hold,

مَا حَالُ قَوْمٍ بِمِصْرٍ شَمسُهُمْ كُسِفَتْ

وَتَسْتَهِلُّ فَمَا تُغْنِهِمُ الديَمُ

What is the state of a people whose sun was eclipsed?

The new moon rises but cannot avail them,

أُمُّ المَدَائِنِ تُمْشِي وَهْيَ جضازَعَةٌ

بِالنَّعْشِ مَشْيَ ثَكُولٍ مَسَّهَا الْعَقَمُ

Mother of cities walks as a barren woman

Bearing the bier with the gait of one whom sterility has struck,

ذِيدَتْ عَنِ الرُّكْنِ لَمْ تُلْمِمْ بِهِ يَدُهَا

فَأَقْبَلَتْ بِضِيَاءِ الْعَيْنِ تَسْتَلِمُ

She turned from the Holy Place, her hands did not complete their task,

So she came with the radiance of the eye to take charge,

دِيَارُهَا كَالطلُولِ السُّحْمِ مُوحَشَةٌ

وَفِي الرِّحَابِ وَفُودُ الْخَلْقِ تَزْدَحِمُ

Her dwellings are desolate like the stony tracts of Suhm,

And in the expanses the throngs of mankind cram,

وَفِي البِلادِ بِتَعْدَادِ الْبِلادِ عَلَتْ

مَنَاحَةٌ مَا رَأَتْ أَمْثَالَهَا الأمَمُ

And in the lands with as many dirges as there are lands

A wailing arose the like of which nations never saw,

وَرَاءَ كلِّ سَرِيرٍ مَثَّلُوهُ بِهِ

مِنَ الجَمَاعَاتِ مَا لَمْ يَجْمَعِ الرَّقَمُ

And behind each curtain they mime his death

Of parties more than number can count,

لَمْ تَشْهِدَ الْعُرْبُ يَوْماً فِي فَوَادِحِهَا

كَذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ مَشْهُوداً وَلا الْعَجَمُ

The Arabs never witnessed in their calamities

A day like this one witnessed, nor the non-Arabs,