أو ما رأيتَ إلى شئونه

كالدم تهطل من عيونه

Have you not seen his affairs

Like blood dripping from his eyes

لم يعرهُ جبنٌ ول

كن روحه ضاقت بهونه

Fear has not touched him

Yet his soul is weary of its sorrows

والحر ان يبصر رني

ن القيد ثار على رنينه

And the free cannot bear seeing

The shackles revolt against his wrists

أو ما رأيت الليث مع

تقلا يحن إلى عرينه

Have you not seen the lion with

A small cub yearning for its den

القيد يرهق جسمه

والدهر يسخر من شؤونه

The shackles exhaust his body

And time mocks his troubles

يا للزمان على الكري

م ويا لقسوته ولينه

Oh what time does to the generous

And its cruelty and tenderness

انظر اليه وقد تبد

ى النور يسطع من جبينه

Look at him, the light shining

From his forehead has appeared

وأصخ الى زفراته

حرى واصغ إلى انينه

And listen closely to his sighs

Full of heat, and to his moaning

وانظر إلى دمه يسيل

من الجراح ومن جفونه

See his blood flowing

From the wounds and his eyelids

في لونه شفق الاصي

ل وفيه سحر من فتونه

With the twilight's glow in its color

And in it magic of its charm

حيران لا يدري أتس

لمه الجراح إلى منونه

Perplexed, not knowing whether

The wounds will lead him to his demise

ام تستبد به فيح

يا في جحيم من ظنونه

Or if it will take him, so he lives

In a hell of suspicions

أسوان ينشد قلبه

وكأنه يحيا بدونه

Asswan, his heart recites poetry

As if he lives without it

يرنو إلى غده وليل ال

شك يظلم في يقينه

He aspires to tomorrow while the night of

Doubt darkens his certainty

والشك مجنون وقلب ال

حر من صرعى جنونه

Doubt is insane and the heart of the

Free is epileptic in its madness

والهم يختصر الفتى

يقضي عليه قبل حينه

And worry shortens the youth

Finishing him before his time

يا عائديه وانتمُ

طير ترف على غصونه

Oh you who return while you are

Birds fluttering on his branches

هاتوا اكاليل الازا

هر وانثروها عن يمينه

Bring the garlands of flowers

And scatter them on his right side

من نرجس الروح ومن

ورد الفؤاد وياسمينه

Of the soul's narcissus, the heart's

Rose and jasmine

وهبوه من غالي الوجو

د ما يشاء ومن ثمينه

And grant him from the most precious

Of existence what he wishes and from its gems

أو لم يهب دمه العزي

ز فداء موطنه ودينه

Has he not given his noble blood

In sacrifice for his nation and religion?

يا أيها الأسد الجري

ح غداً يحن إلى عرينه

Oh you noble lion tomorrow

You will yearn for your den

لك في الخلود صحيفة

بيضاء تشرق في جبينه

You have in immortality a white page

Shining on your forehead

روحي فداك وحق رو

حك في شجاه وفي حنينه

My soul is sacrificed for you and for the right of your

Soul in its wounds and its yearning