سارِيtraveler through الْهَواءِthe air مَلَكْتَyou have mastered أَيَّwhat a جَناحِwing
سارِي الْهَواءِ مَلَكْتَ أَيَّ جَناحِ
وحَلَلْتَand you have alighted in أيَّwhat مَشارِفٍheights وَبِطاحِand plains
وحَلَلْتَ أيَّ مَشارِفٍ وَبِطاحِ
Traveler through the air, what a wing you command!
And what heights and plains you have reached!
وبِأَيِّand in whatever ناحِيَةٍregion أَقَمْتَyou settled فإِنَّنيfor indeed I
وبِأَيِّ ناحِيَةٍ أَقَمْتَ فإِنَّني
أَلْقاكَI meet you بَيْنَamid تَوثُّبٍleaping وجمِاحِand unbridled rushing
أَلْقاكَ بَيْنَ تَوثُّبٍ وجمِاحِ
And in whatever region you settle, I
Find you leaping and rushing unrestrained.
فيin كُلِّevery مَغْدىًmorning destination مِنْfrom ذُيُولِكَyour trailing skirts مَسحَبٌa sweeping trail
في كُلِّ مَغْدىً مِنْ ذُيُولِكَ مَسحَبٌ
وخُطاكَand your footsteps ماثِلَةٌvisible بِكُلِّat every مَراحِevening retreat
وخُطاكَ ماثِلَةٌ بِكُلِّ مَراحِ
In every morning haunt lies the trail of your skirts,
And your footsteps show at every evening retreat.
تَجْرِيyou flow فَتَنْتَظِمُthen you link together الْمَدَائِنَthe cities والْقُرَىand villages
تَجْرِي فَتَنْتَظِمُ الْمَدَائِنَ والْقُرَى
وتَفُوتُهُنَّand you outstrip them إلىtoward مَدىًan expanse فَيَّاحِvast
وتَفُوتُهُنَّ إلى مَدىً فَيَّاحِ
You flow, linking cities and villages,
Then outstrip them toward a vast expanse.
لاnot الْبَرْقُlightning يَسْرِيtravels حَيْثwhere سِرْتَyou traveled ولاnor رَمَىsoared
لا الْبَرْقُ يَسْرِي حَيْث سِرْتَ ولا رَمَى
نَسْرٌan eagle إِلىtoward ماwhat رُمْتَهُyou sought it بِجنَاحِwith a wing
نَسْرٌ إِلى ما رُمْتَهُ بِجنَاحِ
No lightning travels where you have traveled, nor has
An eagle winged its way to what you sought.
يَكْبُوstumbles الظَلِيمُthe male ostrich وأَيْنَand how far مِنْكَfrom you عِداؤُهُits running
يَكْبُو الظَلِيمُ وأَيْنَ مِنْكَ عِداؤُهُ
ويَكِلُّand grows weary جُهْدُthe exertion of الأَجْرَدِthe sleek-coated horse السَبّاحِthe swift-running
ويَكِلُّ جُهْدُ الأَجْرَدِ السَبّاحِ
The male ostrich stumbles—how can its speed compare with yours?
And the sleek, fleet horse's strength is spent.
تَمْضِيyou press on فلاso no تَقِفstand الْعَوَائِقُobstacles حائِلاًas a barrier
تَمْضِي فلا تَقِف الْعَوَائِقُ حائِلاً
وتَمُرُّand you pass بَيْنَbetween الصَلْدِhard rock والصُّفّاحِand stone slabs
وتَمُرُّ بَيْنَ الصَلْدِ والصُّفّاحِ
You press on; no obstacles stand in your way,
And you pass between hard rock and stone slabs.
دانٍnear وماyet no عَلقَتْhave fastened بِشَخْصِكَupon your form أَعْيُنٌeyes
دانٍ وما عَلقَتْ بِشَخْصِكَ أَعْيُنٌ
يَوْماًever ولاnor مُسَّتْwere touched يَداكَyour two hands بِراحِby palms
يَوْماً ولا مُسَّتْ يَداكَ بِراحِ
Near at hand, yet no eyes have caught your form
Ever; nor have palms touched your hands.
تَتَمايَلُsway الأشْباحُthe forms إنْif تَخْطِرْyou glide بهاamong them
تَتَمايَلُ الأشْباحُ إنْ تَخْطِرْ بها
ومِنَand from السُرورِjoy تَمايُلُthe swaying of الأَشْباحِforms
ومِنَ السُرورِ تَمايُلُ الأَشْباحِ
Forms sway when you glide among them,
And the swaying of forms is born of joy.
وتَهُزُّand you shake أَدْواحَthe great trees of الرياضِgardens فَتَنْثَنِيso they bend
وتَهُزُّ أَدْواحَ الرياضِ فَتَنْثَنِي
شَوْقاًin longing إِلَيْكَfor you بَواسِقُtowering الأَدْواحِgreat trees
شَوْقاً إِلَيْكَ بَواسِقُ الأَدْواحِ
You shake the great trees of gardens, and they bend,
Those towering trees, in longing for you.
لَوْلاكَbut for you ماnot صَبَّpoured out الْغَمامُthe clouds عُيْونَهُits springs
لَوْلاكَ ما صَبَّ الْغَمامُ عُيْونَهُ
تَسْقِيِwatering الْبِطاحَthe plains بِوابِلٍwith a downpour سَحَّاحِtorrential
تَسْقِيِ الْبِطاحَ بِوابِلٍ سَحَّاحِ
But for you, the clouds would not pour out their springs,
Watering the plains with a torrential downpour.
لَوْلاكَbut for you ماnot زَهَتِwere adorned الربَاthe hills بِمُرَقَّشٍin patterned fabric
لَوْلاكَ ما زَهَتِ الربَا بِمُرَقَّشٍ
مِنْof نَسْجِwoven fabric of مَنْثُورٍstock flowers وَوَشِيand embroidery of أقاحِيdaisies
مِنْ نَسْجِ مَنْثُورٍ وَوَشِي أقاحِي
But for you, the hills would not bloom in patterned fabric
Of woven stock blossoms and embroidered daisies.
قَدَحُthe cup of الْحَيَاةِlife وَأَنْتَand you أَغْلَىmore precious مَشْرَباًas a draught
قَدَحُ الْحَيَاةِ وَأَنْتَ أَغْلَى مَشْرَباً
مِنْthan صَفْوَةِthe choicest of الْمَاذِيِّmellow wine فيin الأَقْدَاحِgoblets
مِنْ صَفْوَةِ الْمَاذِيِّ في الأَقْدَاحِ
You are life's cup, a draught more precious
Than the choicest mellow wine in goblets.
سِرْgo on ياO هَواءُair فَأنْتَfor you أَوْطَأُthe gentlest مَرْكَبٍmount
سِرْ يا هَواءُ فَأنْتَ أَوْطَأُ مَرْكَبٍ
واهْتِفْand sing out بِصَوْتِin the voice of الطَائِرِthe bird الصَدَّاحِthe melodious
واهْتِفْ بِصَوْتِ الطَائِرِ الصَدَّاحِ
Go on, O air, for you are the gentlest mount;
Sing out in the voice of the melodious bird.
واحْرِصْand be careful عَلَىwith سِحْرِthe magic of الْبَيانِeloquence وَوَحْيِهِand its inspiration
واحْرِصْ عَلَى سِحْرِ الْبَيانِ وَوَحْيِهِ
وَارْفُقْand be gentle بآيٍwith verses فيin الْقَرِيضpoetry فِصاحِeloquent
وَارْفُقْ بآيٍ في الْقَرِيض فِصاحِ
Guard the magic of eloquence and its inspiration,
And be gentle with eloquent verses of poetry.
جَمَعَتْthey gathered مِنَfrom الزَهْرِflowers النَديِّdew-fresh قَوافِياًrhymes
جَمَعَتْ مِنَ الزَهْرِ النَديِّ قَوافِياً
تَسْبِيcaptivate النهَىminds بِعَبِيرِهاwith their fragrance الْفَوّاحِwafting
تَسْبِي النهَى بِعَبِيرِها الْفَوّاحِ
They have gathered rhymes from dew-fresh flowers,
Captivating minds with their wafting fragrance.
دُرَرٌpearls صِحاحٌflawless لَوْif تُقاسُthey were compared بِشِبْهِهَاwith their like
دُرَرٌ صِحاحٌ لَوْ تُقاسُ بِشِبْهِهَا
لَبَدَتْwould surely seem دَرارِيthe brilliant stars of اللَّيْلِnight غَيْرَnot صِحاحِflawless
لَبَدَتْ دَرارِي اللَّيْلِ غَيْرَ صِحاحِ
Flawless pearls—if measured against their like,
The glittering stars of night would seem flawed.
ماnot السَيْفُthe sword فيin كَفِّthe hand of الْمُفَزَّعِthe terrified man قَلْبُهُhis heart
ما السَيْفُ في كَفِّ الْمُفَزَّعِ قَلْبُهُ
كالسَيْفِlike the sword فيin كَفِّthe hand of الفَتَىthe young man الْجَحْجَاحِthe valiant
كالسَيْفِ في كَفِّ الفَتَى الْجَحْجَاحِ
A sword in the hand of a man whose heart is frightened is not
Like a sword in a valiant young man's hand.
الشعْرُpoetry مِنْfrom سِرِّthe mystery of السَماءِheaven فَهمْسُهُso its whisper
الشعْرُ مِنْ سِرِّ السَماءِ فَهمْسُهُ
وَحْيُthe inspiration of النُفُوسِsouls وَرَاحَةُand repose for الأَرَْاحِspirits
وَحْيُ النُفُوسِ وَرَاحَةُ الأَرَْاحِ
Poetry comes from heaven's mystery; its whisper
Is the inspiration of souls and the repose of spirits.
كَمُلَتْwere perfected صِفَاتُthe qualities of الراحِwine فيin نَشَوَاتِهِits raptures
كَمُلَتْ صِفَاتُ الراحِ في نَشَوَاتِهِ
وَنَجاand it escaped فَلَمْso was not يُوصَمْbranded بإِثْمِwith the sin of الراحِwine
وَنَجا فَلَمْ يُوصَمْ بإِثْمِ الراحِ
Wine's qualities are perfected in its raptures,
Yet it escapes, unstained by the sin of wine.
سِرْgo ياO قَرِيضُpoetry إِلَىto الْعُرُوبَةِthe Arab world مُسْرِعاًswiftly
سِرْ يا قَرِيضُ إِلَى الْعُرُوبَةِ مُسْرِعاً
وَانْزِلْand alight بآفاقٍin far reaches بِهاwithin it ونَواحِيand regions
وَانْزِلْ بآفاقٍ بِها ونَواحِي
Go swiftly, O poetry, to the Arab world,
And alight in its far reaches and regions.
وَامْزُجْand mingle بمِسْكِيِّwith the musk-scented الأَثِيرِether تَحيَّةًa greeting
وَامْزُجْ بمِسْكِيِّ الأَثِيرِ تَحيَّةً
لِعَشائِرٍfor tribes شُمِّlofty الأُنُوفِof noses سِماحِgenerous
لِعَشائِرٍ شُمِّ الأُنُوفِ سِماحِ
And blend a greeting into the musky ether
For generous tribes with proudly lifted noses.
شَحُّواthey begrudged بِأَنْat the thought that تَلِدَshould give birth to الْمَكارِمُnoble virtues غَيْرَهُمْany but them
شَحُّوا بِأَنْ تَلِدَ الْمَكارِمُ غَيْرَهُمْ
وَهُمُyet they عَلَىin النَّجَداتِheroic deeds of aid غَيْرُnot شِحاحِstingy
وَهُمُ عَلَى النَّجَداتِ غَيْرُ شِحاحِ
They begrudged noble virtues bearing anyone but themselves,
Yet they are never sparing in heroic aid.
جَعَلُواthey made مِنَfrom الْفُصْحَىclassical Arabic وَمِنْand from آياتِهاits wonders
جَعَلُوا مِنَ الْفُصْحَى وَمِنْ آياتِها
نَسَباًa lineage مُضِيئاًradiant كالنهارِlike the day الضاحِيsunlit
نَسَباً مُضِيئاً كالنهارِ الضاحِي
From classical Arabic and its wonders they have made
A lineage bright as the sunlit day.
الضادُthe letter ḍād تَجْمَعُهُمْunites them وَتَرْأَبُand mends صَدْعَهُمْtheir rift
الضادُ تَجْمَعُهُمْ وَتَرْأَبُ صَدْعَهُمْ
سِيَّانِalike فيin الأَفْراحِjoys وَالأَتْرَاحِand sorrows
سِيَّانِ في الأَفْراحِ وَالأَتْرَاحِ
The letter ḍād unites them and mends their rift,
Alike in joys and sorrows.
دارَO house of الإِذاعَةِbroadcasting لاdo not تَمَليِّgrow weary إنَّنيindeed I
دارَ الإِذاعَةِ لا تَمَليِّ إنَّني
أَطْلَقْتُI set free لِلأَمَلfor hope الْبَعيدِdistant سَراحِيmy freedom
أَطْلَقْتُ لِلأَمَل الْبَعيدِ سَراحِي
O Broadcasting House, do not tire; I
Have set myself free in pursuit of distant hope.
حُبُّlove of الْعُروبَةِArabhood قَدْindeed جَرَىhas flowed بِمفَاصِليthrough my joints
حُبُّ الْعُروبَةِ قَدْ جَرَى بِمفَاصِلي
بالرَّغْمِin spite مِنْof هَذِرِgarrulous in الْحَدِيثِspeech مُلاَحيmy reproacher
بالرَّغْمِ مِنْ هَذِرِ الْحَدِيثِ مُلاَحي
Love of Arabhood has coursed through my joints,
Despite my reproacher's idle talk.
دارَO house of الإِذاعَةِbroadcasting أَنْتِyou بِنْتُa daughter of ثَلاثَةٍthree
دارَ الإِذاعَةِ أَنْتِ بِنْتُ ثَلاثَةٍ
مَرَّتْhave passed كَوَمْضِlike the flash of الْبَارِقِlightning اللَّمَّاحِgleaming
مَرَّتْ كَوَمْضِ الْبَارِقِ اللَّمَّاحِ
O Broadcasting House, you are three years old,
Which have passed like a flash of gleaming lightning.
كَمْhow many فِيكِwithin you لِلْقُرآنِfor the Quran رَنَّةُa ringing tone of قارِىءٍa reciter
كَمْ فِيكِ لِلْقُرآنِ رَنَّةُ قارِىءٍ
تَحْلُوsounds sweet لَدَىat الإِمْسَاءِevening والإِصْبَاحِand dawn
تَحْلُو لَدَى الإِمْسَاءِ والإِصْبَاحِ
How many a reciter's Quranic chant within you
Sounds sweet at evening and at dawn!
كَشَفَتْit lifted عَنِfrom النفْسِthe soul الْمَلُولِweary حِجابَهاits veil
كَشَفَتْ عَنِ النفْسِ الْمَلُولِ حِجابَها
فَتَوَجَّهَتْso it turned لِلْخَالِقِtoward the Creator الْفَتَّاحِthe Opener
فَتَوَجَّهَتْ لِلْخَالِقِ الْفَتَّاحِ
It has lifted the veil from the weary soul,
So it turns toward the Creator, the Opener.
الدِينُreligion سَلْوَىthe solace of النفْسِthe soul فيin آلامِهاits pains
الدِينُ سَلْوَى النفْسِ في آلامِها
وطَبيبُهاand its physician مِنْfor أَدْمُعtears وَجِراحِand wounds
وطَبيبُها مِنْ أَدْمُع وَجِراحِ
Religion is the soul's solace in its pain,
And its healer of tears and wounds.
أوْدَعْتُهI entrusted to it حُزْنيmy sorrow فَلَمْso did not تَعْبَثْtrifle بِهِwith it
أوْدَعْتُه حُزْني فَلَمْ تَعْبَثْ بِهِ
شكْوَىcomplaint ولاnor صَدَعdid it cleave الدجَىthe darkness بِنُواحِwith wailing
شكْوَى ولا صَدَع الدجَى بِنُواحِ
I entrusted my sorrow to it; it was not stirred
By complaint, nor did it cleave the darkness with wailing.
دارَO house of الإِذاعَةِbroadcasting كَمْhow much نَشَرْتِyou have spread ثَقافَةًculture
دارَ الإِذاعَةِ كَمْ نَشَرْتِ ثَقافَةً
جَلَّتْwere too great مَآثِرُهاits merits عَنِfor الإِفْصَاحِexpression
جَلَّتْ مَآثِرُها عَنِ الإِفْصَاحِ
O Broadcasting House, how much culture you have spread,
Whose merits are beyond expression!
كمْhow many جازَcrossed صَوْتُكyour voice مِنْof بِحارٍseas سُجِّرَتْwere filled full
كمْ جازَ صَوْتُك مِنْ بِحارٍ سُجِّرَتْ
وَفَدافِدٍand wastelands شُعْثِrugged الْفِجاجِin their passes فِساحِvast
وَفَدافِدٍ شُعْثِ الْفِجاجِ فِساحِ
How many brimming seas your voice has crossed,
And vast wastelands with rugged passes!
أَصْبَحْتِyou have become أُسْتاذَthe teacher of الشُعُوبِnations وَكافَحَتْand fought
أَصْبَحْتِ أُسْتاذَ الشُعُوبِ وَكافَحَتْ
نَجْواكِyour whisper جَيْشَthe army of الْجَهْلِignorance أَيَّwhat a كِفاحِstruggle
نَجْواكِ جَيْشَ الْجَهْلِ أَيَّ كِفاحِ
You have become the teacher of nations, and
Your whisper has fought ignorance's army—what a battle!
وَمَلأْتِand you filled بِالْعِلْمِwith knowledge الْبِلادَthe land فَنُورُهُso its light
وَمَلأْتِ بِالْعِلْمِ الْبِلادَ فَنُورُهُ
فيin كُلِّevery مُنْعَطَفٍturning وَبُهْرَةِand the midst of ساحِopen squares
في كُلِّ مُنْعَطَفٍ وَبُهْرَةِ ساحِ
You have filled the land with knowledge, whose light
Is at every turn and in the heart of every square.
تَتَلَقَّفُeagerly receives الدنْيَاthe world حديثَكِyour words مِثْلَمَاjust as
تَتَلَقَّفُ الدنْيَا حديثَكِ مِثْلَمَا
يَتَلَقَّفُeagerly receive الأَبْرارُthe righteous وَحْيَthe revelation of الْوَاحِيthe Revealer
يَتَلَقَّفُ الأَبْرارُ وَحْيَ الْوَاحِي
The world eagerly takes in your words, just as
The righteous receive the revelation of the Revealer.
دَارَO house of الإِذاعَةِbroadcasting أَنْتِyou أَمْرَحُthe merriest أَيْكَةٍgrove
دَارَ الإِذاعَةِ أَنْتِ أَمْرَحُ أَيْكَةٍ
صَدَحَتْsang aloud فكانَتْand so became أيْكَةَa grove of الأَفْراحِjoys
صَدَحَتْ فكانَتْ أيْكَةَ الأَفْراحِ
O Broadcasting House, you are the merriest grove
That sang aloud and became a grove of joys.
صاحَتْsang out بَلابِلُكِyour nightingales الْحِسانُthe beautiful فَأَخْمَلتْand so eclipsed
صاحَتْ بَلابِلُكِ الْحِسانُ فَأَخْمَلتْ
فيin الْجَوِّthe air صَوْتَthe voice of البُلْبُلِthe nightingale الصَيَّاحِthe loud-singing
في الْجَوِّ صَوْتَ البُلْبُلِ الصَيَّاحِ
Your lovely nightingales sang out, eclipsing
The loud-singing nightingale's voice in the air.
مِنْfrom كُلِّevery شادِيَةٍsongstress كَأَنَّas though حَنِينَهاher yearning
مِنْ كُلِّ شادِيَةٍ كَأَنَّ حَنِينَها
هَمْسُthe whisper of الْمُنَىhopes لِلْيائِسِto the despairing الْكَدَّاحِtoiler
هَمْسُ الْمُنَى لِلْيائِسِ الْكَدَّاحِ
From every songstress, as though her yearning were
The whisper of hopes to the despairing toiler.
اللَّيْلُthe night إِنْif نادَتْهُshe called to it ماسَswayed بِعِطْفِهِwith its flank
اللَّيْلُ إِنْ نادَتْهُ ماسَ بِعِطْفِهِ
فَتَراهُso you see it بَيْنَbetween الْمُنْتَشيthe intoxicated والصَاحِيand the sober
فَتَراهُ بَيْنَ الْمُنْتَشي والصَاحِي
The night, when she calls to it, sways from side to side,
So you see it between rapture and sobriety.
كَمْhow much فِيكin you مِْof لَهْوٍdiversion بهِin it رِيُّrefreshment of النهَىminds
كَمْ فِيك مِْ لَهْوٍ بهِ رِيُّ النهَى
وفُكاهَةٍand humor مَحبُوبَةٍwell-loved ومُزاحِand jest
وفُكاهَةٍ مَحبُوبَةٍ ومُزاحِ
How much diversion in you quenches the mind's thirst,
And well-loved humor and jest!
النفْسُthe soul تَسْأَمُgrows weary إِنْif تَطاوَلَlasts too long جِدُّهاits seriousness
النفْسُ تَسْأَمُ إِنْ تَطاوَلَ جِدُّها
فَأكْشِفْso dispel سَآمَةَthe weariness of جِدِّهَاits seriousness بِمُباحِwith permitted pleasure
فَأكْشِفْ سَآمَةَ جِدِّهَا بِمُباحِ
The soul tires when its serious pursuits drag on,
So ease the tedium of its work with permitted pleasure.
زُمَرَO bands of الشَبابِyouth وَليand I have مَلامَةُthe reproach of ناصِحٍa well-wisher
زُمَرَ الشَبابِ وَلي مَلامَةُ ناصِحٍ
لَوْif only تَسْمَعُونَyou would hear نَصِيحَةِthe advice of النصاحِsincere advisers
لَوْ تَسْمَعُونَ نَصِيحَةِ النصاحِ
O bands of youth, I have a well-wisher's reproach,
If only you would heed sincere advisers' counsel.
بِالْعِلْمِthrough knowledge مَرْكُونِيMarconi تَسَلَّقَclimbed لِلْعُلاto the heights
بِالْعِلْمِ مَرْكُونِي تَسَلَّقَ لِلْعُلا
وَبعَزْمَةِand through the resolve of الْوَثّابَةِthe bold leaper الطمّاحِthe high-aspiring
وَبعَزْمَةِ الْوَثّابَةِ الطمّاحِ
Through knowledge Marconi climbed to the heights,
And through the resolve of one who leaps and aspires.
رَجُلٌa man عِصامِيُّself-made in الأَرُومَةِlineage لَمْdid not يَنَلْattain
رَجُلٌ عِصامِيُّ الأَرُومَةِ لَمْ يَنَلْ
مَجْداًglory بِآمُونٍthrough Amun ولاnor بِفتاحِthrough Ptah
مَجْداً بِآمُونٍ ولا بِفتاحِ
A man of self-made lineage, who gained no
Glory through Amun or Ptah.
تَتَطَلعُlooks up الدنْياthe world إِلَيْهِto him وتَمْتَطِيand rides
تَتَطَلعُ الدنْيا إِلَيْهِ وتَمْتَطِي
ذِكْرَىthe memory of مَآثِرِهِhis great deeds مُتُونَthe backs of رِياحِwinds
ذِكْرَى مَآثِرِهِ مُتُونَ رِياحِ
The world looks up to him, and
The memory of his deeds rides the backs of winds.
إِنَّindeed التفاخُرَboasting بِالْقَدِيمِof the past تَعِلَّةٌan excuse
إِنَّ التفاخُرَ بِالْقَدِيمِ تَعِلَّةٌ
وَالْجَهْلُand ignorance لِلْمَجْدِof glory الْمُؤَثَّلِfirmly rooted ماحيan eraser
وَالْجَهْلُ لِلْمَجْدِ الْمُؤَثَّلِ ماحي
Boasting of the past is but an excuse,
And ignorance erases firmly rooted glory.
والْعِلْمُand knowledge مِصْباحُthe lamp of الْحَياةِlife فَنَقِّبُواso search
والْعِلْمُ مِصْباحُ الْحَياةِ فَنَقِّبُوا
مِنْfrom قَبْلِbefore أَنْthat تَثِبُواyou leap عَنِfor الْمِصْباحِthe lamp
مِنْ قَبْلِ أَنْ تَثِبُوا عَنِ الْمِصْباحِ
Knowledge is life's lamp, so search—
Before you leap—for the lamp.
بَلَىwore out السِلاحُweapons مَعَwith الْقَدِيمِthe past وَعَهْدِهِand its era
بَلَى السِلاحُ مَعَ الْقَدِيمِ وَعَهْدِهِ
والآنَand now صارَhas become الْعِلْمُknowledge خَيْرَthe best سِلاحِweapon
والآنَ صارَ الْعِلْمُ خَيْرَ سِلاحِ
Weapons have worn out with the past and its era;
And now knowledge has become the finest weapon.
الْيَوْمَtoday فِكْرَةُan idea of عالِمٍa scientist فيin مَصْنَعٍa factory
الْيَوْمَ فِكْرَةُ عالِمٍ في مَصْنَعٍ
تُغْنِيsuffices عَنِin place of الأَسْيافِswords والأَرْماحِand spears
تُغْنِي عَنِ الأَسْيافِ والأَرْماحِ
Today, a scientist's idea in a factory
Takes the place of swords and spears,
وَتَصُدُّand repels كُلَّevery كَتِيبَةٍbattalion مَوَّارَةٍsurging
وَتَصُدُّ كُلَّ كَتِيبَةٍ مَوَّارَةٍ
خَضْرَاءَgreen-dark تَقْذِفُhurls بِالْكُماةِwith armored warriors رَدَاحِmassive
خَضْرَاءَ تَقْذِفُ بِالْكُماةِ رَدَاحِ
And repels every surging battalion,
Green-dark and massive, hurling forth armored warriors.
أَمْضُواcarry forward الْجُهُودَthe efforts وأخْلِصُواand be devoted لِبلادِكُمْto your country
أَمْضُوا الْجُهُودَ وأخْلِصُوا لِبلادِكُمْ
فيin الْجَهْدِeffort والإِخْلاصand devotion كلُّall نَجاحِsuccess
في الْجَهْدِ والإِخْلاص كلُّ نَجاحِ
Carry your efforts forward; be devoted to your country.
In effort and devotion lies all success.
لاَnot يُرْتَجَىcan be hoped for مِنْfrom أُمَّةٍa nation مَفْتُونَةٍinfatuated
لاَ يُرْتَجَى مِنْ أُمَّةٍ مَفْتُونَةٍ
بِاللَّهْوِwith amusement والتسْوِيفِand procrastination أَيُّany فَلاحِsuccess
بِاللَّهْوِ والتسْوِيفِ أَيُّ فَلاحِ
One cannot expect, from a nation infatuated
With amusement and procrastination, any success.
خُوضُواplunge into الصعابَhardships ولاand do not تَملُّواgrow weary إنَّماfor only
خُوضُوا الصعابَ ولا تَملُّوا إنَّما
نَيْلُattainment of الْمُنَىhopes بالصبْرِthrough patience والإِلْحاحِand persistence
نَيْلُ الْمُنَى بالصبْرِ والإِلْحاحِ
Plunge into hardships and do not tire; for
Hopes are attained through patience and persistence.
قَدْmay يُنْجِدُrescue اللُّجُّthe deep sea الْغَرِيقَthe drowning man بِقَذْفِهِby casting him
قَدْ يُنْجِدُ اللُّجُّ الْغَرِيقَ بِقَذْفِهِ
حَيَّاalive فَيَلْقَىthen he meets الْمَوْتَdeath فيin الضَحْضَاحِthe shallows
حَيَّا فَيَلْقَى الْمَوْتَ في الضَحْضَاحِ
The deep may save a drowning man by casting him
Alive, only for him to meet death in the shallows.
الْعَهْدُthe age مِثْلكُمُlike you جَدِيدٌnew مُشْرِقٌradiant
الْعَهْدُ مِثْلكُمُ جَدِيدٌ مُشْرِقٌ
فَهَلُمَّso come لِلإِنْتاجِto production والإِصْلاحِand reform
فَهَلُمَّ لِلإِنْتاجِ والإِصْلاحِ
The age, like you, is new and bright,
So come to production and reform.
وَمَلِيكُكُمْand your king مَثَلُa model of الشبابِyouth مُجّمَّلٌadorned
وَمَلِيكُكُمْ مَثَلُ الشبابِ مُجّمَّلٌ
بِخلائِقٍwith virtues غُرِّradiant الْوُجُوهِof faces صِباحِfair
بِخلائِقٍ غُرِّ الْوُجُوهِ صِباحِ
And your king is a model of youth, adorned
With virtues radiant-faced and fair.
يَتَفاءَلُtakes hope النيلُthe Nile الْوَفِيُّthe faithful بِعَهْدِهِin his reign
يَتَفاءَلُ النيلُ الْوَفِيُّ بِعَهْدِهِ
وَبِيُمْنِand in the auspiciousness of طَلْعَةِthe appearance of وَجْهِهِhis face الْوَضّاحِradiant
وَبِيُمْنِ طَلْعَةِ وَجْهِهِ الْوَضّاحِ
The faithful Nile sees hope in his reign,
And in the auspicious appearance of his radiant face.
سارَتْtraveled مَحَامِدُهُhis virtues وسارَتْand traveled خَلْفَهاafter them
سارَتْ مَحَامِدُهُ وسارَتْ خَلْفَها
تَشْدُوsinging بِسابِغِof the abundance of فَضْلِهِhis bounty أَمْداحِيmy praises
تَشْدُو بِسابِغِ فَضْلِهِ أَمْداحِي
His virtues have journeyed, and following them
My praises have journeyed, singing of his ample bounty.
Translation model: Sol 6.1