صُبّواpour out المِدادَthe ink وَحَطِّمواand shatter الأَقلاماthe pens
صُبّوا المِدادَ وَحَطِّموا الأَقلاما
وَاطوواand fold up الصَحائِفَthe pages وَاِنزَعواand strip away الأَفهاماthe intellects
وَاطووا الصَحائِفَ وَاِنزَعوا الأَفهاما
Pour out the ink and shatter the pens,
Pour the ink and break the pens,
And fold up the pages and strip away understanding.
Fold up the pages and clear the minds,
وَخُذواand bar عَلىagainst الوِجدانِthe conscience كُلَّevery ثَنِيَّةٍmountain pass
وَخُذوا عَلى الوِجدانِ كُلَّ ثَنِيَّةٍ
وَاِقضواand spend الحَياةَlife مُزَمّلينَwrapped up نِياماasleep
وَاِقضوا الحَياةَ مُزَمّلينَ نِياما
And bar every mountain pass to conscience,
Take every crookedness upon the heart,
And spend your lives wrapped up, asleep.
And live your life asleep.
غُضّواlower العُيونَthe eyes وَطَأطِئواand bow هاماتِكُمyour heads
غُضّوا العُيونَ وَطَأطِئوا هاماتِكُم
وَاِرضواand accept مُقامَthe station المُستَميتِof the death-seeker مُقاماas a station
وَاِرضوا مُقامَ المُستَميتِ مُقاما
Lower your eyes and bow your heads,
Shut your eyes and bow your heads,
And accept the death-seeker's station as your own.
And stay in the place of the deceased.
وَدَعواand forsake الحَفيظَةَthe sense of honor وَاِغدُرواand betray بِعُهودِهِin its pledges
وَدَعوا الحَفيظَةَ وَاِغدُروا بِعُهودِهِ
شَعباًas a people يَرىthat deems حِفظَkeeping العُهودِthe pledges حَراماforbidden
شَعباً يَرى حِفظَ العُهودِ حَراما
And forsake honor and betray its pledges,
Leave the pact and betray the covenants,
As a people that deems keeping pledges forbidden.
A people who see keeping covenants as forbidden.
ياO مِصرُEgypt ماذاwhat تَطلُبينَyou seek أَماhas it not كَفىsufficed
يا مِصرُ ماذا تَطلُبينَ أَما كَفى
أَنthat تُصبِحيyou become لِلعادِياتِfor the marauders طَعاماfood
أَن تُصبِحي لِلعادِياتِ طَعاما
O Egypt, what do you seek? Is it not enough
O Egypt, what more do you want? Is it not enough
That you become food for marauders?
That you have become food for the oppressors?
موتيdie فَماfor it is not مَوتُthe death العَليلِof the ailing بِضائِرٍharmful
موتي فَما مَوتُ العَليلِ بِضائِرٍ
وَكَفىand suffices بِآلامِwith the pains الحَياةِof life حِماماas death
وَكَفى بِآلامِ الحَياةِ حِماما
Die, for the death of the ailing does no harm,
My death is no loss for the ailing one,
And the pains of life are death enough.
And the pains of life are enough worry.
مَنwho ذاthis one يَرُدُّrestores عَلَيكِto you عَهدَكِyour former days صالِحاًin good condition
مَن ذا يَرُدُّ عَلَيكِ عَهدَكِ صالِحاً
وَيُعيدُand restores صَوتَكِyour voice عالِياًhigh يَتَرامىcarries far
وَيُعيدُ صَوتَكِ عالِياً يَتَرامى
Who will restore to you your days of well-being,
Who can return your pact wholesome,
And bring back your voice, ringing high and far?
And make your voice sound high again?
قُمناwe rose بِنَصرِكِto your aid وَالخِناقُand the noose مُضَيَّقٌtightened
قُمنا بِنَصرِكِ وَالخِناقُ مُضَيَّقٌ
وَالنَفسُand the soul مُرهَقَةٌburdened أَذىًharm وَعُراماand violence
وَالنَفسُ مُرهَقَةٌ أَذىً وَعُراما
We rose to your aid while the noose was drawn tight,
We stood up for you and strangulation tightened,
And the soul was burdened with harm and violence.
The self wearied, hurt and worried.
أَيّامَin days when لاno صَلَفٌarrogance وَلاand no جَبرِيَّةٌtyranny
أَيّامَ لا صَلَفٌ وَلا جَبرِيَّةٌ
إِلّاexcept لِأَغلَبَfor a mighty one يَصرَعُfells الضِرغاماthe lion
إِلّا لِأَغلَبَ يَصرَعُ الضِرغاما
In days when arrogance and tyranny belonged
Days with no firmness or compulsion,
Only to a mighty one who could fell the lion.
Except the strongest knocks down the feeblest.
الحَربُwar دائِرَةٌis raging وَجَيشكِand your army قائِمٌstanding
الحَربُ دائِرَةٌ وَجَيشكِ قائِمٌ
يَنضيunsheathes السُيوفَthe swords وَيَرفَعُand raises الأَعلاماthe banners
يَنضي السُيوفَ وَيَرفَعُ الأَعلاما
War is raging, and your army stands,
War is raging and your army standing,
Unsheathing swords and raising banners.
Drawing swords and raising flags.
كَيفَhow القَرارُrepose عَلىunder الإِساءَةِmistreatment وَالأَذىand harm
كَيفَ القَرارُ عَلى الإِساءَةِ وَالأَذى
أَمor كَيفَhow نَكتُمُwe conceal فيin القُلوبِthe hearts ضِراماa blaze
أَم كَيفَ نَكتُمُ في القُلوبِ ضِراما
How can we rest under insult and injury?
How can we decide on harm and oppression?
Or how can we conceal a blaze within our hearts?
Or how can we hide rage in our hearts?
هَلdid أَصلَتَunsheathe الصَمصامُthe keen sword عَمرواًAmr فيin الوَغىthe fray
هَل أَصلَتَ الصَمصامُ عَمرواً في الوَغى
أَمor كانَwas عَمروٌAmr يُصلِتُunsheathing الصَمصاماthe keen sword
أَم كانَ عَمروٌ يُصلِتُ الصَمصاما
Did the keen sword unsheathe Amr in battle,
Did the swords reach lives in the fray?
Or was it Amr who unsheathed the keen sword?
Or were lives reaching the swords?
أَنَخونُshall we betray? مِصرَEgypt وَماand not تَحَوَّلَturned نيلُهاher Nile
أَنَخونُ مِصرَ وَما تَحَوَّلَ نيلُها
سُمّاًpoison وَماand not اِنقَلَبَturned الضِياءُthe light ظَلاماdarkness
سُمّاً وَما اِنقَلَبَ الضِياءُ ظَلاما
Shall we betray Egypt, when her Nile has not turned
Do we betray Egypt while her Nile still turns,
To poison, nor has the light turned to darkness?
Poison, and brightness does not change to darkness?
نَبغيwe seek لَهاfor her الشَرَفَhonor الأَشَمَّlofty مُؤَيَّداًsustained
نَبغي لَها الشَرَفَ الأَشَمَّ مُؤَيَّداً
بِالعِلمِby knowledge يوئِسُmakes despair صَرحُهُits edifice الهُدّاماthe destroyer
بِالعِلمِ يوئِسُ صَرحُهُ الهُدّاما
We seek for her lofty honor, sustained
We want for her the most honorable glory,
By knowledge, its edifice making the destroyer despair.
Supported by knowledge which disappoints the demolisher.
وَنُعِزُّand we exalt رايَتَهاher banner وَنَمنَعُand we defend حَوضَهاher watering-place
وَنُعِزُّ رايَتَها وَنَمنَعُ حَوضَها
وَنَزيدُand we increase صادِقَsincere حُبِّهاlove for her اِستَحكاماin firmness
وَنَزيدُ صادِقَ حُبِّها اِستَحكاما
And we exalt her banner and defend her watering-place,
We strengthen her flag and protect her oasis,
And make our sincere love for her still firmer.
And increase the sincerity of our love for her.
أَيَسوسُdoes it govern? رَيبُthe vicissitudes الدَهرِof time مِنّاamong us أُمَّةًa nation
أَيَسوسُ رَيبُ الدَهرِ مِنّا أُمَّةً
تَبغيseeks حَياةَa life المَجدِof glory أَمor أَنعاماlivestock
تَبغي حَياةَ المَجدِ أَم أَنعاما
Do the vicissitudes of time govern us as a nation
Does the vicissitude of fate despair of us,
Seeking a life of glory, or as livestock?
A nation that wants the life of glory or bounties?