رمضانُ أرجعْ لنا بدْراً تَموجُ سَناً

رمضانُ أرجعْ لنا بدْراً تَموجُ سَناً

تختالُ أقمارُها في أفقنا غُرَرَا

تختالُ أقمارُها في أفقنا غُرَرَا

Ramadan, bring Badr back to us, surging with radiance.

Ramadan, bring back to us a full moon, its waves surging,

Its moons stride proudly on our horizon, radiant.

Its crescents prancing in our horizon, capriciously,

مرَّتْ سنينٌ ولم تَخْفقْ بيارقُها

مرَّتْ سنينٌ ولم تَخْفقْ بيارقُها

نُوراً تهيمُ به سوحٌ لنا وذُرا

نُوراً تهيمُ به سوحٌ لنا وذُرا

Years have passed, yet its banners have not fluttered

Years have passed, its banners have not fluttered,

As light that enraptures our open spaces and heights.

A light it wanders with, to pastures for us, and homes.

إنَّا حَمَلنا حنايانا لها صُحُفاً

إنَّا حَمَلنا حنايانا لها صُحُفاً

حَتَّى نصونَ بها آثارَها الدرَرَا

حَتَّى نصونَ بها آثارَها الدرَرَا

Indeed, we have carried our hearts' folds as pages for it,

Bearing tablets for it, eagerly we awaited,

So that through them we may safeguard its traces, those pearls.

That we may preserve with them, traces of its gems.

كفى بنا سفَهاً أن نرْتَضي قَبَساً

كفى بنا سفَهاً أن نرْتَضي قَبَساً

يظَلُّ تحت رمَادِ الوَهْمِ منتظرا

يظَلُّ تحت رمَادِ الوَهْمِ منتظرا

It is folly enough for us to settle for a firebrand

Enough foolishness, that we accept an ember,

That remains beneath the ashes of illusion, waiting.

Lurking beneath the ashes of illusion, awaiting.