سَأَجعَلُ بَغضَتي لِلدَهرِ فَرَضا

سَأَجعَلُ بَغضَتي لِلدَهرِ فَرَضا

وَأَسلُكُ ذَمَّهُ طولاً وَعَرضا

وَأَسلُكُ ذَمَّهُ طولاً وَعَرضا

I shall make my hatred of Time a duty,

I will make my hatred of fate an obligation

And pursue its censure far and wide.

And censure it lengthwise and crosswise

وَلِمَ لا يَستَحِقُّ الدَهرُ ذَمّاً

وَلِمَ لا يَستَحِقُّ الدَهرُ ذَمّاً

يُصَيِّرُ حُرَّ وَجهَ الحَرِّ أَرضا

يُصَيِّرُ حُرَّ وَجهَ الحَرِّ أَرضا

And why should Time not deserve blame,

Why should fate not deserve censure

When it turns a free man's noble face to earth?

When it turns the face of the free into the ground