يا دَولَةً مِنَ بَقايا الظُلمِ طافَ بِها

يا دَولَةً مِنَ بَقايا الظُلمِ طافَ بِها

عادي الفناءِ فَأَمسى نَجمُها غَرَبا

عادي الفناءِ فَأَمسى نَجمُها غَرَبا

O state, a remnant of tyranny, encircled by

O kingdom of remnants of oppression that was swept

annihilation's ravager, so that its star has set.

By winds of demise, so its star set in the west

زولي فَما كُنتِ إِلّا غَمرَةً كُشِفَت

زولي فَما كُنتِ إِلّا غَمرَةً كُشِفَت

عَنِ النُفوسِ وَإِلّا مَأتَماً حُجُبا

عَنِ النُفوسِ وَإِلّا مَأتَماً حُجُبا

Vanish, for you were only a pall that was lifted

Be gone, you were but a cloud that lifted

from souls, and only a mourning gathering now veiled.

From souls, or else a funeral obscured

زولي إِلى مُغرِقٍ في البُعدِ مُنقَطِعٍ

زولي إِلى مُغرِقٍ في البُعدِ مُنقَطِعٍ

لا يَستَطيعُ لَهُ مُستَعتبٌ طلبا

لا يَستَطيعُ لَهُ مُستَعتبٌ طلبا

Vanish to a place sunk in remoteness, utterly cut off,

Be gone to one drowned in distant exile, cut off

which no seeker of reconciliation can reach.

From whom no reproacher can demand return

عِنايَةُ اللَهِ لا تُبقي عَلى دُوَلٍ

عِنايَةُ اللَهِ لا تُبقي عَلى دُوَلٍ

يَلقى الخَلائِقُ مِنها الوَيلَ وَالحَرَبا

يَلقى الخَلائِقُ مِنها الوَيلَ وَالحَرَبا

God's providence does not spare states

God's care does not let states remain

from which people suffer woe and dispossession,

That bring calamity and war to creation

تَرى الشُعوبَ عَبيداً لا ذمامَ لَها

تَرى الشُعوبَ عَبيداً لا ذمامَ لَها

وَتَحسَبُ الحَقَّ في الدُنيا لِمَن غَلَبا

وَتَحسَبُ الحَقَّ في الدُنيا لِمَن غَلَبا

which see the peoples as slaves, owed no protection,

You see the peoples slaves without control

and deem that right in this world belongs to whoever prevails.

And deem truth in life for he who conquered

لا بُدَّ لِلشَعبِ وَالأَحداثُ تَأخُذُهُ

لا بُدَّ لِلشَعبِ وَالأَحداثُ تَأخُذُهُ

مِن غَضبَةٍ تُفزِعُ الأَفلاكَ وَالشُهُبا

مِن غَضبَةٍ تُفزِعُ الأَفلاكَ وَالشُهُبا

The people, as events seize them, cannot escape

The people must, as events seize them

a burst of wrath that terrifies the heavenly spheres and meteors.

In wrath that shakes planets and comets

ما أَيَّدَ المُلكَ وَاِستَبقى نَضارَتَهُ

ما أَيَّدَ المُلكَ وَاِستَبقى نَضارَتَهُ

كَالرِفقِ وَالعَدلِ ماداما وَما اِصطَحَبا

كَالرِفقِ وَالعَدلِ ماداما وَما اِصطَحَبا

Nothing has strengthened kingship and preserved its bloom

Not supporting rule or keeping its vigour

like gentleness and justice, while they endure and go together.

Like kindness and justice, as long they accompanied

ما أَضيعَ التاجَ يَرمي الشَعبَ صاحِبُهُ

ما أَضيعَ التاجَ يَرمي الشَعبَ صاحِبُهُ

بِالمُحفظاتِ وَيُؤذيهِ بِما كَسَبا

بِالمُحفظاتِ وَيُؤذيهِ بِما كَسَبا

How squandered is the crown whose wearer assails the people

Not losing the crown whose people its holder

with provocations, and harms them with what he has gained!

Pelted with treasuries and hurt with what he reaped

يَبني المَعاقِلَ مُغتَرّاً بِمَنعَتِها

يَبني المَعاقِلَ مُغتَرّاً بِمَنعَتِها

وَيَحشُدُ القُذَّفَ الفَوهاءَ وَالقَضبا

وَيَحشُدُ القُذَّفَ الفَوهاءَ وَالقَضبا

He builds fortresses, deluded by their strength,

He builds fortresses, deluded by their firmness

and masses wide-mouthed cannon and swords.

And masses the foolish riffraff and gangs

وَيَجلِبُ الصافِناتِ الجُردِ يُطرِبُهُ

وَيَجلِبُ الصافِناتِ الجُردِ يُطرِبُهُ

صَهيلُها وَيُعدُّ الجَحفَلَ اللَجِبا

صَهيلُها وَيُعدُّ الجَحفَلَ اللَجِبا

And he brings in poised, sleek steeds; he is thrilled by

And brings the bare cavalry, thrilled

their neighing, and readies the clamorous host.

By their neighing, and counts the hordes of warriors

حَتّى إِذا اِنتَفَضَت بِالشَعبِ سَورَتُهُ

حَتّى إِذا اِنتَفَضَت بِالشَعبِ سَورَتُهُ

أَذَلَّهُ ما اِحتَوى مِنها وَما جَلَبا

أَذَلَّهُ ما اِحتَوى مِنها وَما جَلَبا

Until, when the people are convulsed by their fury,

Until when his ramparts shook from the people's revolt

what he amassed of these, and what he brought in, bring him low.

He was disgraced by all he amassed and summoned

أَهْيَ الشُعوبُ تَسوسُ الأَرضَ أَم نَعَمٌ

أَهْيَ الشُعوبُ تَسوسُ الأَرضَ أَم نَعَمٌ

يَسوسُها النَحرُ لا يَرجو لَها عَقِبا

يَسوسُها النَحرُ لا يَرجو لَها عَقِبا

Are they peoples governing the earth, or livestock

Are the peoples vermin infesting the land or blessings

ruled by slaughter, which expects no posterity for them?

Whose slaughter hopes for no future for them

اليَومَ يَنعمُ بِالأَوطانِ مُغتَرِبٌ

اليَومَ يَنعمُ بِالأَوطانِ مُغتَرِبٌ

ما هَزَّهُ الشَوقُ إِلّا أَنَّ وَاِنتَحَبا

ما هَزَّهُ الشَوقُ إِلّا أَنَّ وَاِنتَحَبا

Today an exile delights in his native lands;

Today an exile revels in the homelands

longing never stirred him without his groaning and sobbing.

Whom longing shook only to weep

يُفَرِّقُ النَفسَ في شَتّى مُفَرَّقَةٍ

يُفَرِّقُ النَفسَ في شَتّى مُفَرَّقَةٍ

مِنَ البِقاعِ وَيَطوي العَيشَ مُرتَقبا

مِنَ البِقاعِ وَيَطوي العَيشَ مُرتَقبا

He scatters his soul among diverse, far-flung

Fragmenting the soul in places everywhere

regions, and folds away his life, waiting.

And living a life awaiting the next