يقولونَ صَوْتُ المُسْتَذِلِّين خافِتٌ

يقولونَ صَوْتُ المُسْتَذِلِّين خافِتٌ

وسَمْعُ طُغاةِ الأَرضِ أَطْرَشُ أَصْخَمُ

وسَمْعُ طُغاةِ الأَرضِ أَطْرَشُ أَصْخَمُ

They say the voice of the humiliated is faint,

They say the voice of the downtrodden is faint

They say the voice of the downtrodden is faint,

And the ears of earth's tyrants are deaf, stone-deaf.

And the hearing of the earth’s tyrants is deaf and dumb

And that the ears of earth's tyrants are deaf and stone,

وفي صيحَةِ الشَّعْبِ المُسَخَّر زَعْزَعٌ

وفي صيحَةِ الشَّعْبِ المُسَخَّر زَعْزَعٌ

تَخُرُّ لها شُمُّ العُرُوسِ وتُهْدَمُ

تَخُرُّ لها شُمُّ العُرُوسِ وتُهْدَمُ

And in the cry of the subjugated people is a tempest,

Yet in the cry of the toiling people there is turmoil

Yet within the cry of the enslaved lies a storm,

Before it, lofty walls fall and are demolished.

That makes the bride’s breath stagger and brings walls crashing down

Before which towering citadels crumble and fall,

ولَعْلَعَةُ الحقّ الغَضوبِ لها صدًى

ولَعْلَعَةُ الحقّ الغَضوبِ لها صدًى

ودَمْدَمَةُ الحربِ الضَّروسِ لها فمُ

ودَمْدَمَةُ الحربِ الضَّروسِ لها فمُ

And wrathful truth's ringing cry has an echo,

The clamor of angry truth has an echo

The thunderous roar of angry Truth holds an echo,

And the rumbling of ferocious war has a mouth.

And the rumble of ferocious war has a mouth

And the savage growl of war finds a mouth to speak,

إِذا التفَّ حولَ الحقِّ قومٌ فإنَّهُ

إِذا التفَّ حولَ الحقِّ قومٌ فإنَّهُ

يُصَرِّمُ أَحْداثَ الزَّمانِ ويُبْرِمُ

يُصَرِّمُ أَحْداثَ الزَّمانِ ويُبْرِمُ

When a people rally around truth, it

When people rally around the truth, it

If a people rally around the Right, then surely it

Cuts short the events of time and settles them.

Shakes the times and makes them grim

Shall sever the threads of fate and weave them anew,

لكَ الوَيْلُ يا صَرْحَ المَظالمِ مِنْ غَدٍ

لكَ الوَيْلُ يا صَرْحَ المَظالمِ مِنْ غَدٍ

إِذا نَهَضَ المُسْتَضْعفُونَ وصَمَّموا

إِذا نَهَضَ المُسْتَضْعفُونَ وصَمَّموا

Woe to you, O edifice of injustice, from tomorrow onward,

Woe to you, o bastion of oppression, tomorrow

Woe unto you, O citadel of injustice, from the morrow,

When the downtrodden rise and stand resolute,

When the oppressed rise up with resolve

When the oppressed rise up with steely resolve,

إِذا حطَّمَ المُسْتَعبدونَ قيودَهُمْ

إِذا حطَّمَ المُسْتَعبدونَ قيودَهُمْ

وصبُّوا حَميمَ السُّخْطِ أَيَّانَ تَعْلَمُ

وصبُّوا حَميمَ السُّخْطِ أَيَّانَ تَعْلَمُ

When the enslaved shatter their chains,

When the enslaved break their chains

When the enslaved shatter their heavy chains,

And pour out the scalding water of wrath—when will you know?

And pour the heat of their rage, when will you understand?

And pour their scalding wrath where you well know,

أَغرَّكَ أنَّ الشَّعْبَ مُغْضٍ على قَذًى

أَغرَّكَ أنَّ الشَّعْبَ مُغْضٍ على قَذًى

وأنَّ الفضاءَ الرَّحْبَ وَسْنانُ مُظْلِمُ

وأنَّ الفضاءَ الرَّحْبَ وَسْنانُ مُظْلِمُ

Has it deceived you that the people close their eyes over grit,

Does it fool you that the people bear their misery patiently

Were you deluded because the people suffer silently on grit,

And that the vast expanse is drowsy and dark?

And that the vast space is darkened and gloomy?

And that the vast horizon sleeps in darkness?

أَلا إنَّ أَحلامَ البلادِ دَفينةٌ

أَلا إنَّ أَحلامَ البلادِ دَفينةٌ

تُجَمْجِمُ في أعماقِها مَا تُجَمْجِمُ

تُجَمْجِمُ في أعماقِها مَا تُجَمْجِمُ

Behold, the land's dreams lie buried,

Know that the dreams of the nation lie buried

Nay, the dreams of the land lie buried deep,

Murmuring in its depths whatever they murmur.

Simmering deep down with what they simmer

Murmuring within the depths their hidden words,

ولكنْ سيأتي بعدَ لأيٍ نُشُورُها

ولكنْ سيأتي بعدَ لأيٍ نُشُورُها

ويَنْبَثِقُ اليومُ الَّذي يَتَرَنَّمُ

ويَنْبَثِقُ اليومُ الَّذي يَتَرَنَّمُ

But after hardship their resurrection will come,

But after a while they will be resurrected

Yet after long delay, their resurrection shall surely come,

And the day that sings will burst forth.

And the day will dawn when they are chanted

And the day of singing triumph shall burst forth,

هوَ الحقُّ يَغْفى ثمَّ يَنْهَضُ ساخِطاً

هوَ الحقُّ يَغْفى ثمَّ يَنْهَضُ ساخِطاً

فيَهْدُمُ مَا شادَ الظَّلامُ ويَحْطِمُ

فيَهْدُمُ مَا شادَ الظَّلامُ ويَحْطِمُ

It is truth: it slumbers, then rises in anger,

Truth slumbers then wakes raging

For Truth may slumber, but it rises in fury,

Then demolishes what darkness has built and shatters it.

Destroying what darkness built and crushing it

To demolish and destroy what darkness has built,

غَدَا الرَّوْعُ إنْ هبَّ الضَّعيفُ ببأْسِهِ

غَدَا الرَّوْعُ إنْ هبَّ الضَّعيفُ ببأْسِهِ

سَتَعْلَمُ مَنْ مِنَّا سَيَجرُفُهُ الدَّمُ

سَتَعْلَمُ مَنْ مِنَّا سَيَجرُفُهُ الدَّمُ

Tomorrow brings terror if the weak rise with their might;

Tomorrow, if the weak rouse themselves in fury

Terror awaits the morrow if the weak strike with their might,

You will know which of us the blood will sweep away,

We shall know who among us will be swept away in blood

You shall know which of us the torrent of blood will sweep away,

إلى حيثُ تَجْني كفُّهُ بَذْرَ أَمْسِهِ

إلى حيثُ تَجْني كفُّهُ بَذْرَ أَمْسِهِ

ومُزْدَرعُ الأَوجاعَ لا بدَّ يَنْدَمُ

ومُزْدَرعُ الأَوجاعَ لا بدَّ يَنْدَمُ

To where his hand reaps the seed of his yesterday;

To where his hands reap what they sowed

To where his hand reaps the seeds of his yesterday,

And the sower of suffering must regret it.

And the sower of torment will surely regret

For he who sows agony must surely come to regret,

سَتَجْرَعُ أَوصابَ الحَيَاةِ وتَنْتَشي

سَتَجْرَعُ أَوصابَ الحَيَاةِ وتَنْتَشي

فتُصْغي إلى الحقِّ الَّذي يَتَكَلَّمُ

فتُصْغي إلى الحقِّ الَّذي يَتَكَلَّمُ

You will gulp down life's afflictions and grow drunk,

You will drink the cups of life and find joy

You shall drain the bitter cup of life's maladies until you reel,

Then you will listen to truth as it speaks,

Listening to the truth being spoken

And hearken at last to the Truth that speaks,

إِذا مَا سَقاكَ الدَّهرُ من كأْسِهِ التي

إِذا مَا سَقاكَ الدَّهرُ من كأْسِهِ التي

قُرَارَتُها صابٌ مَريرٌ وعَلْقَمُ

قُرَارَتُها صابٌ مَريرٌ وعَلْقَمُ

When Time gives you a drink from its cup, whose

When life makes you drink from its cup

When Fate pours you a drink from its cup,

Dregs are bitter sap and colocynth.

Whose dregs are bitter and unpleasant

Whose dregs are bitter aloe and gall,

إِذا صُعِقَ الجبَّارُ تَحْتَ قُيُودِهِ

إِذا صُعِقَ الجبَّارُ تَحْتَ قُيُودِهِ

يُصيخُ لأوجاعِ الحَيَاةِ ويَفْهَمُ

يُصيخُ لأوجاعِ الحَيَاةِ ويَفْهَمُ

When the tyrant is struck down beneath his chains,

When the tyrant is stunned beneath his chains

When the tyrant is struck down beneath his own chains,

He listens to life's sufferings and understands.

Shrieking from life’s agonies and understanding

He finally hears life's agonies and understands.