يا أيها السَّادرُ في غَيِّهِ

يا أيها السَّادرُ في غَيِّهِ

يا واقِفاً فَوْقَ حُطَامِ الجِباهْ

يا واقِفاً فَوْقَ حُطَامِ الجِباهْ

O you who persist heedlessly in your error,

O wanderer lost in ignorance

O you who wander heedless in your error,

O you who stand upon the shattered remains of foreheads,

O you standing atop the rubble of fronts

O you who stand upon the ruins of crushed brows,

مهلاً ففي أَنَّاتِ من دُسْتَهُمْ

مهلاً ففي أَنَّاتِ من دُسْتَهُمْ

صوتٌ رهيبٌ سوفَ يَدْوِي صَدَاهْ

صوتٌ رهيبٌ سوفَ يَدْوِي صَدَاهْ

Hold back—for in the groans of those you trampled

Wait, for in the groans of those you persecuted

Take heed! For in the groans of those you trampled,

is a fearsome voice whose echo will thunder.

Is a terrible voice whose echo will roar

Is a dreadful voice whose echo shall resound.

لا تأمَنَنَّ الدَّهْرَ إمَّا غَفَا

لا تأمَنَنَّ الدَّهْرَ إمَّا غَفَا

في كهفِهِ الدَّاجي وطالتْ رُؤَاهْ

في كهفِهِ الدَّاجي وطالتْ رُؤَاهْ

Never trust Time if it slumbers

Do not feel secure from fate though it slumbers

Do not feel safe from Fate because it sleeps,

in its pitch-dark cave and its dreams grow long.

In its darkening cave with visions prolonged

Within its dark cave, while its visions stretch out long;

فإنْ قَضَى اليومُ وما قَبْلَهُ

فإنْ قَضَى اليومُ وما قَبْلَهُ

ففي الغدِ الحيِّ صَبَاحُ الحَياهْ

ففي الغدِ الحيِّ صَبَاحُ الحَياهْ

For if today and what preceded it have passed away,

For if today and what preceded it pass

For if today and all the past have perished,

then in the living tomorrow lies the morning of life.

Tomorrow's dawn brings the morn of life

In the living tomorrow lies the dawn of life.

يا أَيُّها الجبَّارُ لا تزدري

يا أَيُّها الجبَّارُ لا تزدري

فالحقُّ جبَّارٌ طويلُ الأَنَاهْ

فالحقُّ جبَّارٌ طويلُ الأَنَاهْ

O tyrant, do not scorn,

O tyrant, do not slight

O tyrant, do not look with scorn,

for Truth is mighty and long-forbearing.

For truth is a tyrant, far-reaching

For Truth is a giant of enduring patience;

يَغْفَى وفي أَجْفَانِهِ يقْظَةٌ

يَغْفَى وفي أَجْفَانِهِ يقْظَةٌ

ترنو إلى الفَجْرِ الَّذي لا تَرَاهْ

ترنو إلى الفَجْرِ الَّذي لا تَرَاهْ

It slumbers, yet within its eyelids is a wakefulness

It slumbers, yet in its eyelids is an awakening

It slumbers, yet within its eyelids a wakefulness remains,

that gazes toward the dawn you do not see.

Yearning for the dawn you cannot see

Gazing at the dawn you cannot see.