فتيةَ المَغربِ هَيّا للجِهاد

فتيةَ المَغربِ هَيّا للجِهاد

نَحنُ أَولى الناسِ بِالأَندَلُسِ

نَحنُ أَولى الناسِ بِالأَندَلُسِ

Young men of the Maghreb, onward to battle!

O youths of the Maghreb, come for jihad

We, of all people, have the greatest claim to al-Andalus.

We have the foremost right to al-Andalus

نَحنُ أَبطال فَتاها ابنِ زِياد

نَحنُ أَبطال فَتاها ابنِ زِياد

وَلَها نُرخِصُ غالي الأَنفُسِ

وَلَها نُرخِصُ غالي الأَنفُسِ

We are the heroes of her young warrior, Ibn Ziyad,

We are its brave heroes, sons of Ziyad

And for her we hold our precious lives cheap.

For it we sacrifice our precious souls

قِف عَلى الشاطئ وَاِنظُر هَل تَرى

قِف عَلى الشاطئ وَاِنظُر هَل تَرى

لَهَبَ النارِ وَآثارَ السَفين

لَهَبَ النارِ وَآثارَ السَفين

Stand on the shore and look: do you see

Stand on the shore, look - can you see

The blaze of the fire and the traces of the ships?

The flames of fire, traces of ships

يَومَ لا طارقُ عادَ القهقري

يَومَ لا طارقُ عادَ القهقري

لا وَلا آباؤنا أُسدُ العَرين

لا وَلا آباؤنا أُسدُ العَرين

On the day when Tariq did not turn back,

The day Tariq will not return defeated

No, nor did our fathers, the lions of the lair;

Nor our fathers, lions of the den

يَومَ لا عَزمُ الجِبالِ الراسيات

يَومَ لا عَزمُ الجِبالِ الراسيات

مُشبهٌ عَزمَ شَبابِ المَغربِ

مُشبهٌ عَزمَ شَبابِ المَغربِ

On the day when the resolve of the firmly rooted mountains did not

The day the resolve of firm mountains

Resemble the resolve of the Maghreb's young men;

Resembles not the resolve of Maghreb's youth

لا وَلا همةُ بَحرِ الظُلمات

لا وَلا همةُ بَحرِ الظُلمات

أَشبَهَت هِمّةَ جَيشِ العَرَبِ

أَشبَهَت هِمّةَ جَيشِ العَرَبِ

No, nor did the determination of the Sea of Darkness

Nor the ambition of the dark seas

Resemble the determination of the Arab army.

Compared to the ambition of the Arab army

يا فَتى المَغربِ سَلها مَن بَني

يا فَتى المَغربِ سَلها مَن بَني

دارَها الحَمراءَ تَسمَع عَجَبا

دارَها الحَمراءَ تَسمَع عَجَبا

O young man of the Maghreb, ask her who built

O lad of the Maghreb, ask who built it

Her Red Palace; you will hear a marvel.

Its red home, you will hear wonder

فَأعِدها لِذَويِها وَطَنا

فَأعِدها لِذَويِها وَطَنا

تَحسد الدُنيا عَلَيهِ العَرَبا

تَحسد الدُنيا عَلَيهِ العَرَبا

So restore her to her people as a homeland

So prepare it for its people, a homeland

For which the world will envy the Arabs.

That the Arabs envy and marvel

نَحنُ أَهلوها وَإِن هَبَّت صَبا

نَحنُ أَهلوها وَإِن هَبَّت صَبا

مِن رُباها فَعَلَينا أَوَّلا

مِن رُباها فَعَلَينا أَوَّلا

We are her people, and if an east wind blows

We made it prosperous, and if the morning breeze

From her hills, it blows upon us first.

Blew from its growth, to us belongs the first right

جَنَّةُ الفَردوسِ هاتيكَ الرُبى

جَنَّةُ الفَردوسِ هاتيكَ الرُبى

كَيفَ تَبقى لِسِوانا نُزُلا

كَيفَ تَبقى لِسِوانا نُزُلا

Those hills are the garden of Paradise;

The paradise of immortality, that prosperity

How can they remain a lodging for anyone but us?

How can it remain, while we still draw breath?