أصبح الكون وهو نور ونار

أيها الظالمون أين الفرار

The universe has become light and fire

The universe has turned into light and fire,

O oppressors, where to flee?

O oppressors, where is the escape?

الأعاصير تملأ الشرق والغرب

وقد جاش حولهن الشرار

Storms fill the east and west

Hurricanes fill the East and the West,

As flames roar around them

And around them, sparks have begun to rage.

كلما حاقت المنايا باعصر

نزا فوق نعشه اعصار

Whenever death closes in on a tyrant

Whenever death encircled an era,

A storm descends upon his corpse

A hurricane leaped upon its coffin.

فالتهاب خبا فكان التهاب

وانفجار مضى فجاء انفجار

So the dormant wrath ignited into wrath

A flame faded, so another flame arose,

And the explosion led to another explosion

And an explosion passed, so another explosion came.

فاعصفي يا شعوب فالكون لا يرضيه

الا أن يعصف الأحرار

So revolt, O people, for the universe is not content

So storm forth, O peoples, for the universe is not satisfied,

Unless the free revolt

Unless the free men storm like the wind.

واحطمي القيد فوق هام الطواغيت

وثوري فالفائز الثوار

And break the shackles off the tyrants' necks

And shatter the chains upon the heads of tyrants,

And revolt, for the victors are the revolutionaries

And revolt, for the victors are the revolutionaries.

همسة فانتباهة فهتاف

فانتفاض فثورة وانتصار

A whisper, then an awakening, then a chant

A whisper, then an awakening, then a shout,

Then an uprising, then a revolt and triumph

Then an uprising, then a revolution, and victory.

هذه قصة الشعوب رواها

للولرى تاج قيصر المنهار

This is the tale of nations told

This is the story of the peoples, told to mankind,

By the wrecker of Caesar's crumbling crown

By the collapsed crown of Caesar.

حرك الشرق عقرب الساعة الوسنى

فهبت تقول لاح النهار

The sluggish hand of the old clock stirred the east

The East moved the hands of the slumbering clock,

Rising to say the dawn has broken

So it rose to declare: The day has dawned.

فامض يا ليل ما عيون الجماهير

بعمياء أو عليها ستار

Pass, O night, for the eyes of the masses

So begone, O night, for the eyes of the masses,

Are no longer veiled in blindness

Are not blind, nor is there a veil over them.

أيها الواقفون في زحمة الدنيا

وقد عصب الرؤوس الدوار

You who stand in the bustle of life

O you who stand amidst the crowds of the world,

With your giddy heads swirling

With dizziness binding your heads,

ان وقفتم فما أرى موقف التاريخ

يعتاق من خطاه انتظار

If you stand still, I see no standstill in history

If you stand still, I do not see the stance of history

That would spare its steps any waiting

Being hindered in its steps by waiting.

فاجعلوا في اليمين عرشا من الظلم

فما يعرف العرش اليسار

So make the right a throne of injustice

So place a throne of injustice on the right,

For the throne knows no left

For the throne knows not the left.

يا وجوه الجياع يا قصة أضحى

لها من مواطني أسفار

O faces of the famished, O tale of woe

O faces of the starving, O story that has become

That has citizens from lands afar as motifs

A set of books written by my countrymen,

حاك أحداثها الرهبيات جلاد

زها سيفه الدميم اقتدار

Its events woven by the tyrant executioner

Its terrible events woven by an executioner,

His rusty sword an emblem of might

Whose ugly sword boasted of its power.

أنت للجوع لاح اصفرار

وهو للتبر في يديه اصفرار

You are to hunger a yellowing

Upon you, the sallowness of hunger appeared,

While it is to soil, in its hands a yellowing

While for him, it was the glint of gold in his hands.

خيب المستبد لا يكتب التاريخ

ناب له ولا اظفار

The despot disappoints, history does not record

The tyrant has failed; history writes not,

A fang or even claws for him

Of a fang for him, nor of claws.

انما نحن وارثو هذه الدنيا

لنا المجد كله والفخار

We alone are heirs to this earth

For it is we who are the inheritors of this world,

All glory and pride are ours

Ours is all the glory and the pride.

ان في صفرة الخريف انتفاضا

كلن من معجزاته أيار

For in the yellowness of autumn is an uprising

Indeed, in the yellowing of autumn there is an uprising,

Each of its miracles a sign

From whose miracles came the spring of May.

قل لمن فض روحه الرعب واستل

السنا من عيونه الاندحار

Say to those whose souls fear has deflated and terror

Say to him whose soul was broken by terror,

Has snatched the determination from their eyes

And from whose eyes defeat stole the light:

نقل الطرف بين شرق وغرب

يحمد الطرف قلبك الستطار

Glance between east and west

Shift your gaze between East and West,

Your heart gladdened at the glance’s audacity

Your frightened heart will praise the sight.

تلق كأس الطغاة في كف ساقيها

حطاما تجف فيه العقار

Take the cup of tyrants from the hands of its pourer

You will find the cup of tyrants, in the hand of its server,

And smash it, dry the dregs

Broken shards where the wine dries up.

في غد تسحق القيود ويهوي

فوق أشلاء تاجه استعمار

Tomorrow the shackles will shatter and collapse

Tomorrow the chains shall be crushed, and there shall fall,

Above the wreck of its crown, colonialism

Upon the scattered remains of its crown, colonialism itself.

لألأ الصبح يا بلادي أيبقى

في حماك السفير والمستشار

Does the envoy and consultant linger

The morning has shimmered, O my land; does there remain,

In your haven, my country, as dawn breaks?

Within your sanctuary, the Ambassador and the Advisor?

ابعثي صرخة الجلاء ابعثيها

مثلما ترسل الهدير البحار

Send forth the cry for freedom, send it forth

Send forth the cry of liberation, send it forth,

As the seas send forth their murmur

Just as the seas send forth their roaring waves.

شبعك الحر ما انثنى عن نضال

لا فهيهات أن يدوم الأسار

Your heated passion for struggle has not relented

Your free people have never turned away from struggle,

Never will captivity endure

No, for it is impossible that captivity should endure.

وهو لو كان كوكبا يذرع الآفاق

ما حد من خطاه المدار

And if it were a planet traversing the horizons

And even if he were a planet traversing the horizons,

Its orbit would not curb its path

No orbit could limit his steps.

عالم الظالمين قد هدم المظلوم

ركنيه فاحتواه انهيار

The world of oppressors, the oppressed has demolished

The world of the oppressors—the oppressed has destroyed

Its pillars, so collapse contained it

Its pillars, so it was engulfed by collapse.

فهو ان ظل واقفا كان للموت

وان سار فالمسير انتحار

If it remained standing, it was for death

So if it remains standing, it stands only for death,

And if it marched, the march spelled suicide

And if it moves, the movement is suicide.

موضع القيد بعد حين سيمسي

فوق انحانه الجريحات غار

The place of shackles will in time become

The place where the chain once lay will soon become,

Upon its wounded wrists, a cave

Upon the wounded limbs, a laurel of victory.