يا بؤسَ يومٍ كاسفٍ

يا بؤسَ يومٍ كاسفٍ

إن لم يغير في غده

إن لم يغير في غده

Oh, the misery of a gloomy day,

Oh what a gloomy day

if its morrow brings no change

If tomorrow does not change

لأمةٍ وزيرها

لأمةٍ وزيرها

عاصرُ زيتٍ بيده

عاصرُ زيتٍ بيده

for a nation whose minister

For a nation whose minister

presses oil with his hand.

Witnessed oil in his hand

يظهرُ نصحاً وجههُ

يظهرُ نصحاً وجههُ

وغشهُ في كبده

وغشهُ في كبده

His face displays goodwill,

His face shows advice

and his deceit lies in his liver.

But deceit is in his heart