دَعا فَأَثار الساكنين دعاؤُهُ

دَعا فَأَثار الساكنين دعاؤُهُ

وَنادى فَراعَ الآمنين نِداؤُهُ

وَنادى فَراعَ الآمنين نِداؤُهُ

He called, and his call stirred those at rest;

He called and his call roused the heedless,

And he cried out, and his cry alarmed those who felt safe.

And cried aloud, startling the tranquil with his cry.

أَخو وَصَبٍ ما إِن يَحمُّ اِنقضاؤه

أَخو وَصَبٍ ما إِن يَحمُّ اِنقضاؤه

وَذو أَرَبٍ ما إِن يَحين قَضاؤُهُ

وَذو أَرَبٍ ما إِن يَحين قَضاؤُهُ

A man beset by suffering whose end never draws near,

A brother whose ties will not defend when they are severed,

And a man with a need whose fulfillment never comes.

A kinsman whose kinship avails naught when it is tested.

بِهِ مِن بَني مَصرٍ عَناءٌ مُبرِّحٌ

بِهِ مِن بَني مَصرٍ عَناءٌ مُبرِّحٌ

فَيا لَيتَ شِعري هَل يَزولُ عَناؤُهُ

فَيا لَيتَ شِعري هَل يَزولُ عَناؤُهُ

He suffers excruciating anguish because of Egypt's sons;

From Egypt’s folk he brought distress that vexes grievously.

So, would that I knew: will his suffering cease?

Would that I knew, will his distress be ever dispelled?

أَما إِنَّهُ لَو كانَ يَشفِي غَليلَهُ

أَما إِنَّهُ لَو كانَ يَشفِي غَليلَهُ

بُكاءٌ عَلى مِصرٍ لَطالَ بُكاؤهُ

بُكاءٌ عَلى مِصرٍ لَطالَ بُكاؤهُ

Surely, if his burning anguish could be soothed

Nay, but tears for Egypt will never assuage their anguish

By weeping over Egypt, his weeping would last long.

If they wept for her, their weeping would last forever.

تقسَّمها الأَقوامُ لا ذو حَمِيَّةٍ

تقسَّمها الأَقوامُ لا ذو حَمِيَّةٍ

فَيَحمي وَلا واقٍ فَيُرجى وَقاؤُهُ

فَيَحمي وَلا واقٍ فَيُرجى وَقاؤُهُ

Peoples have divided her among them; there is no man of zeal

The tribes partitioned her, none with loving heart to shield her

To defend her, nor a protector whose protection one might hope for.

And ward her – none trusty to be hoped for and relied on.

وَما مِصرُ إِلّا مَوطنٌ نَحنُ أَهلُهُ

وَما مِصرُ إِلّا مَوطنٌ نَحنُ أَهلُهُ

عَزيزٌ عَلَينا أَرضُهُ وَسَماؤُهُ

عَزيزٌ عَلَينا أَرضُهُ وَسَماؤُهُ

And Egypt is but a homeland whose people we are;

Egypt’s only our homeland, precious to us her land and skies.

Dear to us are its land and its sky.

Blest was her bliss before adversity, but blest too its advent after.

فَيا حَبّذا قَبل الشَقاءِ نَعيمُهُ

فَيا حَبّذا قَبل الشَقاءِ نَعيمُهُ

وَيا حَبّذا بَعد النَعيمِ شَقاؤُهُ

وَيا حَبّذا بَعد النَعيمِ شَقاؤُهُ

Oh, how dear its bliss before misery,

Some settled in her, but we wearied of their settlement;

And oh, how dear its misery after bliss!

Would that settling were without tedium of settlers!

ثَوى فيهِ أَقوامٌ مَلَلنا ثَواءَهم

ثَوى فيهِ أَقوامٌ مَلَلنا ثَواءَهم

وَيا رُبَّ ثاوٍ لا يُملُّ ثَواؤُهُ

وَيا رُبَّ ثاوٍ لا يُملُّ ثَواؤُهُ

Peoples have dwelt in it; we have wearied of their stay;

Staunch was she, disdaining humiliation by an aggressor -

And oh, many a dweller whose stay is never wearisome!

Would that I knew where her staunchness went, where her pride!

لَقَد كانَ يَأبى أَن يَذِلَّ لغاصبٍ

لَقَد كانَ يَأبى أَن يَذِلَّ لغاصبٍ

فَيا لَيتَ شِعري أَينَ ضاعَ إِباؤُهُ

فَيا لَيتَ شِعري أَينَ ضاعَ إِباؤُهُ

Indeed, it once refused to submit to a usurper;

Would that I knew where her might departed and her glory,

So, would that I knew: where was its proud defiance lost?

Her repute and pre-eminence fled!

وَيا لَيتَ شِعري أَيَّةً بانَ عِزُّهُ

وَيا لَيتَ شِعري أَيَّةً بانَ عِزُّهُ

وَأَينَ تَولَّى مَجدُهُ وَعَلاؤُهُ

وَأَينَ تَولَّى مَجدُهُ وَعَلاؤُهُ

And would that I knew: where has its might gone,

She was guarded by men mighty and proud;

And where have its glory and eminence gone?

Through the caprices of time they were her protection.

لَقَد كانَ يَرعاه رِجالٌ أَعِزَّةٌ

لَقَد كانَ يَرعاه رِجالٌ أَعِزَّةٌ

بِهم مِن صُروفِ الدَهرِ كانَ احتماؤُهُ

بِهم مِن صُروفِ الدَهرِ كانَ احتماؤُهُ

Indeed, mighty men once watched over it;

They who beat back from her preserved her repute

Through them it found shelter from the vicissitudes of time.

With the firm resolve that none could make recoil.

همو ضارَبوا عَنهُ فَصانوا ذِمارَهُ

همو ضارَبوا عَنهُ فَصانوا ذِمارَهُ

بِصارِمِ عَزمٍ ما يُرَدُّ مَضاؤُهُ

بِصارِمِ عَزمٍ ما يُرَدُّ مَضاؤُهُ

They fought on its behalf and so safeguarded its honor,

My countrymen, provoke her not against you,

With a keen sword of resolve whose cutting force cannot be checked.

For her wrath and her favor are not equal.

بَني وَطَني لا تُسخِطوهُ عَليكمو

بَني وَطَني لا تُسخِطوهُ عَليكمو

فَلَيسَ سَواءً سُخطهُ وَرِضاؤُهُ

فَلَيسَ سَواءً سُخطهُ وَرِضاؤُهُ

O sons of my homeland, do not arouse its anger against you;

My countrymen, put cowardice far from you,

For its anger and its contentment are not alike.

For it will overwhelm you along with its misfortune.

بَني وَطني خَلّوا التَخاذُلَ إِنَّهُ

بَني وَطني خَلّوا التَخاذُلَ إِنَّهُ

بَلاؤكمو يَجتاحكم وَبلاؤُهُ

بَلاؤكمو يَجتاحكم وَبلاؤُهُ

O sons of my homeland, forsake mutual desertion; it is

Your scourge, sweeping you away, and the homeland's scourge.