فيat مِهرَجانِthe festival of الحَقِّjustice أَوor يَومَthe day of الدَمِblood
في مِهرَجانِ الحَقِّ أَو يَومَ الدَمِ
مُهَجٌsouls مِنَof الشُهَداءِthe martyrs لَمnot تَتَكَلَّمِthey spoke
مُهَجٌ مِنَ الشُهَداءِ لَم تَتَكَلَّمِ
At the festival of justice, or the day of blood,
In the festival of truth or on the day of bloodshed
Are souls of martyrs who have not spoken.
A group of martyrs who did not speak
يَبدوshines عَلىupon هاتورَHathor نورُthe light of دِمائِهاtheir blood
يَبدو عَلى هاتورَ نورُ دِمائِها
كَدَمِlike the blood of الحُسَينِHusayn عَلىupon هِلالِthe crescent of مُحَرَّمِMuharram
كَدَمِ الحُسَينِ عَلى هِلالِ مُحَرَّمِ
The light of their blood shines upon Hathor,
The light of their blood appears on their shrouds
Like Husayn's blood upon the crescent of Muharram.
Like the blood of Al-Hussein on the crescent of Muharram
يَومُthe day of الجِهادِstruggle كَصَدرِlike the beginning of نَهارِهِits daylight
يَومُ الجِهادِ كَصَدرِ نَهارِهِ
مُتَمايِلُswaying الأَعطافِthe flanks مُبتَسِمُsmiling الفَمِthe mouth
مُتَمايِلُ الأَعطافِ مُبتَسِمُ الفَمِ
The day of struggle, like the opening of its daylight,
The day of jihad is like the morning of it
Sways its flanks, its mouth smiling.
With swaying limbs and smiling mouth
طَلَعَتthey rose تَحُجُّmaking pilgrimage to البَيتَthe house فيهِduring it كَأَنَّهاas though they were
طَلَعَت تَحُجُّ البَيتَ فيهِ كَأَنَّها
زُهرُthe radiant ones among المَلائِكِthe angels فيin سَماءِthe sky of المَوسِمِthe pilgrimage season
زُهرُ المَلائِكِ في سَماءِ المَوسِمِ
They rose to make pilgrimage to the house that day, as though they were
They set out to perform hajj where it seems as if they are
Radiant angels in the sky of the pilgrimage season.
Flowers of angels in the sky of the season
لِمwhy لاnot تُطِلُّthey look down مِنَfrom السَماءِheaven وَإِنَّماand indeed
لِم لا تُطِلُّ مِنَ السَماءِ وَإِنَّما
بَينَbetween السَحابِthe clouds قُبورُهاtheir graves وَالأَنجُمِand the stars
بَينَ السَحابِ قُبورُها وَالأَنجُمِ
Why should they not look down from heaven, when indeed
Why do they not look down from the sky but rather
Their graves lie between the clouds and stars?
Their graves are between the clouds and the stars
وَلَقَدand indeed شَجاهاgrieved them الغائِبونَthe absent ones وَراعَهاand alarmed them
وَلَقَد شَجاها الغائِبونَ وَراعَها
ماwhat حَلَّdescended بِالبَيتِupon the house المُضيءِradiant المُظلِمِdarkened
ما حَلَّ بِالبَيتِ المُضيءِ المُظلِمِ
The absent ones grieved them, and they were dismayed
The absent ones were shocked by it and startled by
By what befell the radiant yet darkened house.
What happened to the illuminated, darkened house
وَإِذاand if نَظَرتَyou look إِلىat الحَياةِlife وَجَدتَهاyou find it
وَإِذا نَظَرتَ إِلى الحَياةِ وَجَدتَها
عُرساًa wedding أُقيمَwas held عَلىon جَوانِبِthe fringes of مَأتَمِa mourning gathering
عُرساً أُقيمَ عَلى جَوانِبِ مَأتَمِ
And if you look at life, you will find it
And if you look at life, you will find it
A wedding held on the fringes of a mourning gathering.
A wedding held on the sides of a mourning ceremony
لاno بُدَّescape لِلحُرِيَّةِfor freedom الحَمراءِblood-red مِنfrom
لا بُدَّ لِلحُرِيَّةِ الحَمراءِ مِن
سَلوىsolace تُرَقِدُlulls to sleep جُرحَهاher wound كَالبَلسَمِlike balm
سَلوى تُرَقِدُ جُرحَها كَالبَلسَمِ
Blood-red freedom must have
Freedom must have
Solace that lulls her wound like balm,
A solace that heals its wounds like balm
وَتَبَسُّمٍand a smile يَعلوrises over أَسِرَّتِهاher facial lines كَماjust as
وَتَبَسُّمٍ يَعلو أَسِرَّتِها كَما
يَعلوrises upon فَمَthe mouth of الثَكلىthe bereaved mother وَثَغرَand the lips of الأَيِّمِthe widow
يَعلو فَمَ الثَكلى وَثَغرَ الأَيِّمِ
And a smile rising over her features, just as one
And a smile that rises above its captivity like
Rises on a bereaved mother's mouth and a widow's lips.
What rises above the mouth of the bereaved and the lips of the orphan
يَومَthe day of البُطولَةِheroism لَوif شَهَدتُI witnessed نَهارَهُits daylight
يَومَ البُطولَةِ لَو شَهَدتُ نَهارَهُ
لَنَظَمتُI would have composed verse لِلأَجيالِfor generations ماwhat لَمnot يُنظَمِwas composed
لَنَظَمتُ لِلأَجيالِ ما لَم يُنظَمِ
Had I witnessed the daylight of the day of heroism,
If I had witnessed the day of heroism
I would have composed for generations what had never been composed.
I would have composed for generations what has not been composed
غَنَتsang حَقيقَتُهُits reality وَفاتَand surpassed جَمالُهاits beauty
غَنَت حَقيقَتُهُ وَفاتَ جَمالُها
باعَthe reach of الخَيالِimagination العَبقَرِيِّingenious المُلهَمِinspired
باعَ الخَيالِ العَبقَرِيِّ المُلهَمِ
Its reality sang, and its beauty outstripped
Its reality sang and its beauty escaped
The reach of inspired, ingenious imagination.
The inspired, creative imagination
لَولاwere it not for عَواديthe afflictions of النَفيِexile أَوor عَقَباتُهُits obstacles
لَولا عَوادي النَفيِ أَو عَقَباتُهُ
وَالنَفيُand exile حالٌa state مِنof عَذابِthe torment of جَهَنَّمِHell
وَالنَفيُ حالٌ مِن عَذابِ جَهَنَّمِ
Were it not for exile's afflictions or its obstacles—
If not for the tribulations of exile or its obstacles
And exile is a state of Hell's torment—
And exile is a state of the torture of hell
لَجَمَعتُI would have gathered أَلوانَthe colors of الحَوادِثِevents صورَةًa picture
لَجَمَعتُ أَلوانَ الحَوادِثِ صورَةً
مَثَّلتُI depicted فيهاin it صورَةَthe figure of المُستَسلِمِone who submits
مَثَّلتُ فيها صورَةَ المُستَسلِمِ
I would have gathered the colors of events into a picture,
I would have gathered the colors of events into an image
Portraying in it the figure of one who submits.
In which I depict the image of the submissive one
وَحَكَيتُand I depicted فيهاin it النيلَthe Nile كاظِمَrestraining غَيظِهِits anger
وَحَكَيتُ فيها النيلَ كاظِمَ غَيظِهِ
وَحَكَيتُهُand I depicted it مُتَغَيِّظاًenraged لَمnot يَكظِمِit held back
وَحَكَيتُهُ مُتَغَيِّظاً لَم يَكظِمِ
And depicted the Nile in it, restraining its anger,
And in it I would recount the Nile swallowing its rage
And depicted it enraged, not restraining its anger.
And recount it raging, not swallowing
دَعَتِsummoned البِلادَthe country إِلىinto الغِمارِthe fray فَغامَرَتso it ventured
دَعَتِ البِلادَ إِلى الغِمارِ فَغامَرَت
وَطَنِيَّةٌpatriotism بِمُثَقَّفٍwith an intellectual وَمُعَلِّمِand a teacher
وَطَنِيَّةٌ بِمُثَقَّفٍ وَمُعَلِّمِ
It called the country into the fray, then ventured forth—
The countries called to adventure, so it adventured
Patriotism, with an intellectual and a teacher.
Patriotism with an intellectual and a teacher
ثارَتit rose up عَلىagainst الحاميthe protector العَتيدِstanding ready وَأَقسَمَتand swore
ثارَت عَلى الحامي العَتيدِ وَأَقسَمَت
بِسِواهُin anyone but Him جَلَّexalted is جَلالُهُHis majesty لاnot تَحتَميit seeks protection
بِسِواهُ جَلَّ جَلالُهُ لا تَحتَمي
It rose against the protector standing ready, and swore
It revolted against the mighty protector and swore
To seek protection from none but Him—exalted be His majesty.
By none but He, may His majesty be glorified, it will not seek protection
نَثرَscattered الكِنانَةَthe quiver رَبُّهاits Lord وَتَخَيَّرَتand chose
نَثرَ الكِنانَةَ رَبُّها وَتَخَيَّرَت
يَدُهُHis hand لِنُصرَتِهاto bring it victory ثَلاثَةَthree أَسهُمِarrows
يَدُهُ لِنُصرَتِها ثَلاثَةَ أَسهُمِ
Its Lord emptied the quiver, and
Its Lord scattered arrows and it chose
His hand chose three arrows to bring it victory.
His hand for its support with three arrows
مِنfrom among كُلِّeach أَعزَلَunarmed man حَقُّهُhis right بِيَمينِهِin his right hand
مِن كُلِّ أَعزَلَ حَقُّهُ بِيَمينِهِ
كَالسَيفِlike a sword فيin يُمنىthe right hand of الكَمِيِّthe armored warrior المُعلَمِmarked with an insignia
كَالسَيفِ في يُمنى الكَمِيِّ المُعلَمِ
Each an unarmed man, his right held in his right hand,
From every helpless one, his right in His right hand
Like a sword in the right hand of a distinguished armored warrior.
Like the sword in the right hand of the brave, distinguished one
لَمnot يُحجِمواthey drew back فيin ساعَةٍan hour قَدalready أَظفَرَتgave victory to
لَم يُحجِموا في ساعَةٍ قَد أَظفَرَت
مَلِكَthe king of البِحارِthe seas بِكُلِّover every قَيصَرَCaesar مُحجِمِwho drew back
مَلِكَ البِحارِ بِكُلِّ قَيصَرَ مُحجِمِ
They did not draw back in an hour that had granted
They did not hesitate in an hour in which
The king of the seas victory over every Caesar who drew back.
The king of the seas had triumphed over every retreating Caesar
وَقَفواthey halted مَطِيَّهُموtheir mounts بِسُلَّمِat the steps of قَصرِهِhis palace
وَقَفوا مَطِيَّهُمو بِسُلَّمِ قَصرِهِ
وَالبَأسُand might وَالسُلطانُand authority دونَbefore السُلَّمِthe steps
وَالبَأسُ وَالسُلطانُ دونَ السُلَّمِ
They halted their mounts at his palace steps,
They stood at the foot of his palace
With might and authority barring the steps.
With might and authority below the foot
وَتَقَدَّمواand they advanced حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen ماindeed بَلَّغواthey conveyed their message
وَتَقَدَّموا حَتّى إِذا ما بَلَّغوا
أَوحواthey inspired إِلىto مِصرَEgypt الفَتاةِthe young تَقَدَّميadvance!
أَوحوا إِلى مِصرَ الفَتاةِ تَقَدَّمي
And they advanced until, when they had conveyed their message,
And they advanced until when they reached
They inspired young Egypt: 'Advance!'
They inspired Egypt, the young woman, advance!
سالَتstreamed مِنَfrom الغابِthe forest الشُبولُthe lion cubs غَلابِهاseethed within them
سالَت مِنَ الغابِ الشُبولُ غَلابِها
لَبَنُthe milk of اللُباةِthe lioness وَهاجَand stirred عِرقُthe vein of الضَيغَمِthe lion
لَبَنُ اللُباةِ وَهاجَ عِرقُ الضَيغَمِ
The lion cubs streamed from the forest; within them seethed
From the absence the panthers poured out their capture
The lioness's milk, and the lion's vein stirred.
The milk of the lionesses and the sweat of the wolf
يَومَO day of النِضالِstruggle كَسَتكَclothed you لَونَthe hue of جَمالِهاher beauty
يَومَ النِضالِ كَسَتكَ لَونَ جَمالِها
حُرِيَّةٌfreedom صَبَغَتdyed أَديمَكَyour skin بِالدَمِwith blood
حُرِيَّةٌ صَبَغَت أَديمَكَ بِالدَمِ
O day of struggle, you were clothed in the hue of her beauty
The day of the struggle, its beauty was like your complexion
By freedom, who dyed your skin with blood.
Freedom which dyed your skin with blood
أَصبَحتَyou became مِنamong غُرَرِthe brightest days of الزَمانِtime وَأَصبَحَتand became
أَصبَحتَ مِن غُرَرِ الزَمانِ وَأَصبَحَت
ضَحِكَتsmiled أَسِرَّةُthe facial lines of وَجهِكَyour face المُتَجَهِّمِscowling
ضَحِكَت أَسِرَّةُ وَجهِكَ المُتَجَهِّمِ
You became one of time's brightest days, and now
You have become of the gems of the times, and your
The lines of your scowling face have smiled.
Frowning face's smile has become laughing
وَلَقَدand indeed يَتَمتَyou were orphaned فَكُنتَso you became أَعظَمَgreater in رَوعَةًsplendor
وَلَقَد يَتَمتَ فَكُنتَ أَعظَمَ رَوعَةً
ياoh لَيتَif only مِنof سَعدِSa'd الحِمىthe homeland لَمnot تَيتَمِyou were orphaned
يا لَيتَ مِن سَعدِ الحِمى لَم تَيتَمِ
And indeed, you were orphaned, and so became more magnificent;
You were an orphan, but became greater in awe
Oh, would that losing the homeland's Sa'd had not orphaned you!
If only you were not orphaned by the good fortune of protection
لِيَنَمlet him sleep أَبوthe father of الأَشبالِthe lion cubs مِلءَthe fullness of جُفونِهِhis eyelids
لِيَنَم أَبو الأَشبالِ مِلءَ جُفونِهِ
لَيسَare not الشُبولُthe lion cubs عَنِas regards العَرينِthe lair بِنُوَّمِasleep
لَيسَ الشُبولُ عَنِ العَرينِ بِنُوَّمِ
Let the cubs' father sleep, his eyelids filled with rest;
So the father of cubs can sleep with eyes fully closed
The cubs do not sleep heedless of the lair.
The panther does not sleep away from the den
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.