عيدٌa festival بِأَحناءِin the recesses of الصُدورِthe breasts يُقامُis held
عيدٌ بِأَحناءِ الصُدورِ يُقامُ
مِنfrom وَحيِهِits inspiration الأَشعارُpoems وَالإِلهامُand inspiration
مِن وَحيِهِ الأَشعارُ وَالإِلهامُ
A festival is held in the recesses of our breasts;
A feast in the bosoms is established
From its prompting spring poems and inspiration.
From its inspiration, poems and revelation
حُلُمٌa dream لَقَدindeed لابَتthirsted عَلَيهِfor it نُفوسُناour souls
حُلُمٌ لَقَد لابَت عَلَيهِ نُفوسُنا
أَجمِلْhow lovely بِأَنthat تَتَحَقَّقَcome true الأَحلامُdreams
أَجمِلْ بِأَن تَتَحَقَّقَ الأَحلامُ
A dream for which our souls have indeed thirsted;
A dream that our souls have wished for
How lovely that dreams should come true!
Please make the dreams come true
جَمعَgathered الشَتيتَthe scattered فَكُلُّso every قُطرٍland دُرَّةٌa pearl
جَمعَ الشَتيتَ فَكُلُّ قُطرٍ دُرَّةٌ
فيin تاجِهِits crown وَالوِحدَةُand unity النَظّامُthe pearl-stringer
في تاجِهِ وَالوِحدَةُ النَظّامُ
It has gathered the scattered; every land is a pearl
It gathered the dispersed, so every drop is a pearl
In its crown, with unity stringing them together.
In its crown, and unity is the system
فَإِذاso when تَشَكّىcomplained النَيلُthe Nile مِنof آلامِهِits pains
فَإِذا تَشَكّى النَيلُ مِن آلامِهِ
شَقَّتrent مَرائِرَthe vitals of دِجلَةَthe Tigris الآلامُthe pains
شَقَّت مَرائِرَ دِجلَةَ الآلامُ
So when the Nile complains of its pains,
So if the Nile complains of its sorrows
The pains rend the Tigris's vitals.
The sorrows split the veins of the Tigris
وَإِذاand when تَنادىcalled out المَغرِبُthe Maghreb الأَقصىthe farthest لَدىin the face of
وَإِذا تَنادى المَغرِبُ الأَقصى لَدى
جُلّىa grave calamity اِستَجابَتanswered لِلنِّداءِthe call الشامُal-Sham
جُلّى اِستَجابَت لِلنِّداءِ الشامُ
And when the Far Maghreb cries out in the face of
And if the Far West calls out
A grave calamity, al-Sham answers the call.
The Levant splendidly responds to the call
ذَهَبَتvanished خُرافاتُthe myths of الجُدودِthe forefathers فَكُلُّهاso all of them
ذَهَبَت خُرافاتُ الجُدودِ فَكُلُّها
وَطَنٌa homeland لَناfor us لَوif صَحَّتwere sound الأَفهامunderstanding
وَطَنٌ لَنا لَو صَحَّت الأَفهام
The myths of the forefathers have vanished; all these lands
The superstitions of the ancestors are gone
Are a homeland for us, if understanding were sound.
Every homeland is ours if minds understand
حَفيَwore itself out اللِسانُthe tongue وَجَفَّتِand dried up الأَقلامُthe pens
حَفيَ اللِسانُ وَجَفَّتِ الأَقلامُ
وَالحالُand the situation حالٌthe same situation وَالكَلامُand words كَلامُwords
وَالحالُ حالٌ وَالكَلامُ كَلامُ
The tongue is worn out, and the pens have dried;
Speech has dried up and pens have run out
Yet things remain as they were, and words remain words.
Things are as they are, words are mere words
مَرَّتpassed بِناby us الأَيّامُthe days لَمnot نَسلُكُwe followed بِهاduring them
مَرَّت بِنا الأَيّامُ لَم نَسلُكُ بِها
جُدَدَthe paths of الصَوابِright judgment وَمَرَّتِand passed الأَعوامُthe years
جُدَدَ الصَوابِ وَمَرَّتِ الأَعوامُ
The days passed us by; in them we did not follow
Days have passed, we did not take their path
The paths of right judgment, and the years passed.
To the goodness and passed years
وَالزَورَقُand the boat التَوهانُthe lost سارَsailed مُحَيَّراbewildered
وَالزَورَقُ التَوهانُ سارَ مُحَيَّرا
فَوقَover الخِضَمِّthe vast sea دَليلَهُits guide الأُوهامُillusions
فَوقَ الخِضَمِّ دَليلَهُ الأُوهامُ
And the lost boat sailed bewildered
The lost boat sailed confused
Over the vast sea, with illusions for its guide.
On the surge, its guide is illusions
وَتَخاصُمُand the quarrelling of القَوادِthe leaders بَينَbetween مُشَرِّقٍone heading east
وَتَخاصُمُ القَوادِ بَينَ مُشَرِّقٍ
وَمُغَرِّبٍand one heading west وَتَقَطَّعَتand were severed أَرحامُbonds of kinship
وَمُغَرِّبٍ وَتَقَطَّعَت أَرحامُ
And the leaders quarreled, some heading east,
And the conflict of leaders between East
And others west, and bonds of kinship were severed.
And West, relations were severed
فَإِذاthen behold المَنابِرُthe pulpits صاخِباتٌclamorous حَفَّلٌcrowded
فَإِذا المَنابِرُ صاخِباتٌ حَفَّلٌ
يُرغىfoams بِهاupon them التَهويشُagitation وَالإيهامُand deception
يُرغى بِها التَهويشُ وَالإيهامُ
Then the pulpits were clamorous and crowded,
So pulpits are clamorous and fraudulent
With agitation and deception frothing upon them.
On them ravings and illusions are channeled
وَإِذاand behold الضَلالُdelusion لَهُfor it هُناكَthere سُرادِقُa pavilion
وَإِذا الضَلالُ لَهُ هُناكَ سُرادِقُ
مَضروبَةٌpitched عُبِدَتwere worshipped بِهاwithin it الأَصنامُthe idols
مَضروبَةٌ عُبِدَت بِها الأَصنامُ
And behold, delusion has a pavilion there,
And there misguidance has a pavilion
Pitched, where idols have been worshipped.
Where idols are worshipped
وَالحُرُّand the free man وَاِبنُand the son of الحَرِّa free man لَيسَis not مَطِيَّةًa mount
وَالحُرُّ وَاِبنُ الحَرِّ لَيسَ مَطِيَّةً
يُمطىis ridden وَيَكبَحُand curbs أَصغَريهِhis heart and tongue لِجامُa bridle
يُمطى وَيَكبَحُ أَصغَريهِ لِجامُ
And the free man, son of a free man, is no mount
The freeman and the son of freeman are not to be ridden
To be ridden, with a bridle curbing his heart and tongue.
Restrained and reined by the lesser
فَيَقولُso he speaks حَقّاًtruth لَيسَdoes not يَخشوfear لَومَةًreproach
فَيَقولُ حَقّاً لَيسَ يَخشو لَومَةً
وَالحَقُّand truth أَروَعُthe most splendid ماthat which حَوىholds الإِسلامُIslam
وَالحَقُّ أَروَعُ ما حَوى الإِسلامُ
So he speaks truth, fearing no reproach,
He truthfully says, fearing no censure
And truth is the most splendid thing Islam holds.
Truth is the greatest that Islam contains
مَرَّتpassed بِناby us الأَيّامُthe days بَينَamid تَعَلَّلٍself-consolation
مَرَّت بِنا الأَيّامُ بَينَ تَعَلَّلٍ
بِغَدٍwith tomorrow فَضاعَتso were lost بِالرُوءىin visions الأَحلامُdreams
بِغَدٍ فَضاعَت بِالرُوءى الأَحلامُ
The days passed us by as we took comfort
Days have passed us in procrastination
In tomorrow; so dreams were lost in visions.
Of tomorrow, dreams are lost in wishful thinking
ظَلناwe kept نَقولُwe say غَداًtomorrow غَداًtomorrow هَلwhether حُقِّقَتwere fulfilled
ظَلنا نَقولُ غَداً غَداً هَل حُقِّقَت
لِلائِبينَfor those thirsting عَلىfor غَدِtomorrow أَحلامُdreams
لِلائِبينَ عَلى غَدِ أَحلامُ
We kept saying, 'Tomorrow, tomorrow!' Were dreams ever fulfilled
We kept saying tomorrow, tomorrow, have
For those thirsting after tomorrow?
The longed-for dreams of the hopeful come true?
ظِلناwe kept نَقولُwe say غَداًtomorrow يَفيقُawakens ضَميرُthe conscience of مَنthose who
ظِلنا نَقولُ غَداً يَفيقُ ضَميرُ مَن
فَقَدَlost الضَميرَconscience وَيَعدُلَand act justly الظُلاّمُthe tyrants
فَقَدَ الضَميرَ وَيَعدُلَ الظُلاّمُ
We kept saying, 'Tomorrow conscience will awaken in those
We kept saying tomorrow the conscience of he who
Who have lost it, and tyrants will act justly.'
Lost his conscience will awaken and darkness will fade
ظَلناwe kept نَقولُwe say حَبائِبٌbeloved ones ضَرَباتُهُمtheir blows
ظَلنا نَقولُ حَبائِبٌ ضَرَباتُهُم
مَقبولَةٌacceptable ماnot إِنat all لَهاin them إيلامُcausing pain
مَقبولَةٌ ما إِن لَها إيلامُ
We kept saying, 'They are dear ones; their blows
We kept saying sweethearts, their blows
Are acceptable; they cause no pain.'
Are acceptable, they have no pain
ظَلناwe kept نُغَرَّرُwe are duped بِالوُعدودِby promises وَيَنطَليand passes for truth
ظَلنا نُغَرَّرُ بِالوُعدودِ وَيَنطَلي
كَذِبٌlies وَيَفعَلُand does فِعلهُits work الأَيهامُdeception
كَذِبٌ وَيَفعَلُ فِعلهُ الأَيهامُ
We kept being duped by promises, and we fell for
We kept being deceived by promises, and imagination
Lies, while deception did its work.
Tells lies and does its deeds of fantasy
خَرَجواthey came forth لَناto us بِالسُحبِwith clouds مِنfrom أَقسامِناour divisions
خَرَجوا لَنا بِالسُحبِ مِن أَقسامِنا
ياO وَيلَناwoe to us إِنَّindeed الهَوىdesire أَقسامُdivisions
يا وَيلَنا إِنَّ الهَوى أَقسامُ
They came to us with clouds born of our divisions;
They came out to us from our groups with clouds
Woe to us! Indeed, desire is divided into factions.
Woe to us, passion has divisions
بَلفورُBalfour ماwhat بِلفورُBalfour ماذاwhat وَعُدُهُhis promise
بَلفورُ ما بِلفورُ ماذا وَعُدُهُ
لَوif لَمnot يَكُنbe أَفعالناour deeds الإِبرامُthe ratification
لَو لَم يَكُن أَفعالنا الإِبرامُ
Balfour—what is Balfour? What would his promise be,
Balfour, what is Balfour, what did he promise
Had our own deeds not been its ratification?
If our deeds were not decisive
إِنّاindeed we بِأَيديناwith our hands جَرَحناwe wounded قَلبَناour heart
إِنّا بِأَيدينا جَرَحنا قَلبَنا
وَبِناand through us إِلَيناto us جاءَتcame الآلامُthe pains
وَبِنا إِلَينا جاءَت الآلامُ
Indeed, with our own hands we wounded our heart,
It is our own hands that have wounded our hearts
And through us, suffering came to us.
And we, to ourselves, came the sorrows
فيناin us عَنِfrom الحُبِّlove المُجَمَّعِuniting جَفوَةestrangement
فينا عَنِ الحُبِّ المُجَمَّعِ جَفوَة
وَلَناand ours is بِصَحراءِwith the desert of الخِصامِdiscord هُيامُinfatuation
وَلَنا بِصَحراءِ الخِصامِ هُيامُ
We are estranged from love that unites,
In us is aloofness from inclusive love
Yet we are enamored of the desert of discord.
And we roam the desert of discord
وَالخَطبُand calamity فَرَّقَناsplit us قَبائِلَtribes جَمَّةًmany
وَالخَطبُ فَرَّقَنا قَبائِلَ جَمَّةً
وَالخَطبُand calamity عِندَamong عُداتِناour enemies لَمّامُa unifier
وَالخَطبُ عِندَ عُداتِنا لَمّامُ
And calamity has split us into many tribes,
And speeches have divided unified tribes
Yet among our enemies, calamity unites.
Speeches with our enemies are binding
ياO قادَةًleaders إِلّاexcept الَّذينَthose whom أَجِلُّهُمI hold them in honor
يا قادَةً إِلّا الَّذينَ أَجِلُّهُم
عَمّاabove what يُذَمُّis condemned وَقَدand indeed عَداهُمpassed them by ذامُa censurer
عَمّا يُذَمُّ وَقَد عَداهُم ذامُ
O leaders—except those whom I deem above
O leaders, but those most noble of whom
All that is blameworthy, whom the censurer has passed by—
Are immune from blame and reproach avoided them
نَحنُwe الضَحاياthe victims لاnot نُريدُwe seek مَثوبَةًa reward
نَحنُ الضَحايا لا نُريدُ مَثوبَةً
وَأَقَلَّهاand the least of it التَعريفُacknowledgment وَالإِعلامُand public notice
وَأَقَلَّها التَعريفُ وَالإِعلامُ
We are the victims; we seek no reward,
We are the victims, we want no reward
And the least of it is acknowledgment and public notice.
The least being recognition and information
أَوَand ...? لَيسَis there not مِنany دَورٍrole لَناfor us نُلهىwe are distracted بِهِwith it
أَوَ لَيسَ مِن دَورٍ لَنا نُلهى بِهِ
إِلّاexcept وَداعٌa farewell حافِلٌgrand وَسَلامُand a salute
إِلّا وَداعٌ حافِلٌ وَسَلامُ
And have we no role to occupy us
Or is there no role for us to be distracted by
Except a grand farewell and a salute?
Except a crowded farewell and peace?
قَلsay لاno وَأَتَّبِعهاand follow it with الفِعالَdeeds وَلاand do not تَخَفfear
قَل لا وَأَتَّبِعها الفِعالَ وَلا تَخَف
وَاِنظُرand look هُنالِكَthere كَيفَhow تُحنىare bowed الهامُthe heads
وَاِنظُر هُنالِكَ كَيفَ تُحنى الهامُ
Say 'No,' follow it with deeds, and do not fear;
Say no, then follow with action and do not fear
And look there at how heads are bowed.
And look over there how resolve bows down
إِصهَرmelt بِنارِكَwith your fire غُلَّthe shackle on عُنقِكَyour neck يَنصَهِرit will melt
إِصهَر بِنارِكَ غُلَّ عُنقِكَ يَنصَهِر
فَعَلىfor upon الجَماجِمِthe skulls تُركَزُare planted الأَعلامُthe banners
فَعَلى الجَماجِمِ تُركَزُ الأَعلامُ
Melt your neck's shackle with your fire—it will melt;
Melt with your fire the stubborn necks, they will melt
For upon skulls the banners are planted.
So over skulls the flags are planted
وَأَقِمand erect عَلىupon الأَشلاءِthe severed limbs صَرحَكَyour edifice إِنَّماonly
وَأَقِم عَلى الأَشلاءِ صَرحَكَ إِنَّما
مِنfrom فَوقِهِabove it تُبنىis built العُلاglory وَتُقامُand is raised
مِن فَوقِهِ تُبنى العُلا وَتُقامُ
And raise your edifice upon torn limbs; only
And build your palace on the corpses, only
Upon it can glory be built and raised.
From it are built glory and grandeur
وَاِغصبand seize by force حُقوقَكَyour rights قَطُّever لاdo not تستَجدِهاbeg for them
وَاِغصب حُقوقَكَ قَطُّ لا تستَجدِها
إِنَّindeed الأَلىthose who سَلَبواstole الحُقوقَthe rights لِئامُvile
إِنَّ الأَلى سَلَبوا الحُقوقَ لِئامُ
And seize your rights; never beg for them,
And seize your rights, enough submitting them
For those who stole the rights are vile.
The vile have snatched rights, the scoundrels
هذيthis طَريقُكَyour road لِلحَياةِto life فَلاso do not تَحِدturn aside
هذي طَريقُكَ لِلحَياةِ فَلا تَحِد
قَدalready سارَهاwalked it مِنfrom قَبلِكَbefore you القَسّامُal-Qassam
قَد سارَها مِن قَبلِكَ القَسّامُ
This is your road to life; do not turn aside,
This is your path to life, do not waver
Al-Qassam has already walked it before you.
It was trodden before you by the brave