قُطعـانُherds غَـدْرٍof treachery... والشوارعُand the streets نائمةasleep
قُطعـانُ غَـدْرٍ... والشوارعُ نائمة
والفجرُand dawn بحرٌa sea... والمدينةُand the city عائِمةْafloat
والفجرُ بحرٌ... والمدينةُ عائِمةْ
Herds of treachery... and the streets are asleep.
Herds of betrayal...and the streets are asleep
And dawn is a sea... and the city is afloat.
And the dawn a sea...and the city adrift
طفلٌa child يشقُّcuts through العُمْرَlife صوبَtoward نجاتهhis deliverance
طفلٌ يشقُّ العُمْرَ صوبَ نجاته
يمشيhe walks الهُوينَىslowly، والخِيانةُand betrayal جاثِمةْcrouching
يمشي الهُوينَى، والخِيانةُ جاثِمةْ
A child cuts through life toward his deliverance;
A child splits open a lifetime towards his salvation
he walks slowly, and betrayal crouches.
He walks wounded, and treachery lurks
خطُواتهُhis footsteps شَمْعُcandles الطريقِof the road، يضيؤهاlights them
خطُواتهُ شَمْعُ الطريقِ، يضيؤها
وقْعُthe resonance الدُّعاءِof prayer بصدْرِin the breast of أمٍّa mother صائِمةْfasting
وقْعُ الدُّعاءِ بصدْرِ أمٍّ صائِمةْ
His footsteps are the road's candles, lit
His steps are the candle of the road, lighting it
by the resonance of prayer in a fasting mother's breast.
And the sound of prayer in the chest of a fasting mother
عُدْreturn ياO حبيبيmy beloved واسترِقْand steal صَحْويmy wakefulness أناI
عُدْ يا حبيبي واسترِقْ صَحْوي أنا
أَسكِنْmake dwell نُعاسَthe drowsiness العمرِof life كفّيmy palm الهارِمةْaging
أَسكِنْ نُعاسَ العمرِ كفّي الهارِمةْ
Return, my beloved, and steal my own wakefulness;
Return my love and steal my awakening
lodge life's drowsiness in my aging palm.
Settle the slumber of life, my destructive palm
اُهجُرْabandon براءَتكَyour innocence التيwhich طرّزتَهاyou embroidered it
اُهجُرْ براءَتكَ التي طرّزتَها
وانهَضْand rise لِحتفِكَto your death فالشَّهادةُfor martyrdom قادِمةْis coming
وانهَضْ لِحتفِكَ فالشَّهادةُ قادِمةْ
Abandon your innocence, which you embroidered,
Abandon your innocence that you have adorned
and rise to your death, for martyrdom is coming.
And rise for your celebration, for martyrdom is coming
قُطعانُflocks غربانٍof ravens ووحدَكَand you alone صارخٌcrying out
قُطعانُ غربانٍ ووحدَكَ صارخٌ
ناديتَyou called out إذْwhen ناديتَyou called out عُرْبًاArabs عاجِمةْinarticulate
ناديتَ إذْ ناديتَ عُرْبًا عاجِمةْ
Flocks of ravens, and you alone cry out;
Herds of crows and you alone crying out
when you called, you called to inarticulate Arabs.
You called when you called out to unresponsive Arabs
لاno صوتَvoice إلّاexcept ماwhat تَمخَّضَهُbrought it forth الرَّدىdeath
لا صوتَ إلّا ما تَمخَّضَهُ الرَّدى
سقَطتْfell عواصِمُناour capitals وصِرتَand you became العاصِمةْthe capital
سقَطتْ عواصِمُنا وصِرتَ العاصِمةْ
There is no voice but what death has brought forth.
No sound but what distress has begotten
Our capitals fell, and you became the capital.
Our capitals have fallen and you have become the capital
فاقرأْso recite عليناto us ماwhat تَيسَّرَis readily available مِنْof دَمٍblood
فاقرأْ علينا ما تَيسَّرَ مِنْ دَمٍ
هذيthis العروبةُArabism بالقراءةِin reading واهِمةْdeluded
هذي العروبةُ بالقراءةِ واهِمةْ
So recite to us what you can of blood;
So read to us what blood can be read
this Arabism is deluded in its reading.
This Arabism is delusional with reading
سَلَّتْit unsheathed سُيوفَthe swords الشِّعرِof poetry فيin صمتٍsilence وماand did not
سَلَّتْ سُيوفَ الشِّعرِ في صمتٍ وما
سَلَّتْit unsheathed سيوفًاswords للكرامةِfor dignity فاهِمةْunderstanding
سَلَّتْ سيوفًا للكرامةِ فاهِمةْ
It unsheathed poetry's swords in silence, but did not
The swords of poetry slipped out quietly while
unsheathe swords mindful of dignity.
No comprehending swords were drawn for dignity
ماnot نحنُwe إلّاexcept أمَّةٌa nation فيin صمتِهاits silence
ما نحنُ إلّا أمَّةٌ في صمتِها
نَقَضَتْannulled صَلاةthe prayer النَّصرِof victory خوْفَfor fear of اللائِمةْreproach
نَقَضَتْ صَلاة النَّصرِ خوْفَ اللائِمةْ
We are nothing but a nation that, in its silence,
We are nothing but a nation in its silence
annulled the prayer of victory for fear of reproach.
The prayer of victory broke, fearing the blamer
هذيthese البلادُthe lands بلادُناour lands، مَهماhowever عَلاrose
هذي البلادُ بلادُنا، مَهما عَلا
صَوتُthe voice الرُّعاةِof the shepherds وباركتهُand blessed it السَّائِمةْthe grazing herd
صَوتُ الرُّعاةِ وباركتهُ السَّائِمةْ
These lands are our lands, however high
This is our country, no matter how high
the shepherds' voice rises, with the grazing herd blessing it.
The shepherds' voices rise and the sublime bless it
هذيthis السَّماءُthe sky سَماؤناour sky، ماnot أمطرتْit rained
هذي السَّماءُ سَماؤنا، ما أمطرتْ
إلاexcept رجالًاmen والرَّجولةُand manhood حاسِمةْdecisive
إلا رجالًا والرَّجولةُ حاسِمةْ
This sky is our sky; it has never rained down
This is our sky, it never rained
anything but men, and manhood is decisive.
Except for men, and manhood decisive
عُذْرًاpardon صغيريmy little one إذْsince تلوتُكَI recited you آيةًa verse
عُذْرًا صغيري إذْ تلوتُكَ آيةً
فالشعرُfor poetry ذنبٌa sin والقصيدةُand the poem آثِمةْsinful
فالشعرُ ذنبٌ والقصيدةُ آثِمةْ
Forgive me, my little one, for I recited you as a verse;
Forgive me little one, for reciting you a verse
for poetry is a sin, and the poem is sinful.
Poetry is a sin and the poem guilty
نارُthe fire الغُزاةِof the invaders لهيبُهاits blaze مِنْfrom نِفْطِناour oil
نارُ الغُزاةِ لهيبُها مِنْ نِفْطِنا
واللحمُand the flesh نيءٌraw والعروبةand Arabism هاضِمةْdigesting
واللحمُ نيءٌ والعروبة هاضِمةْ
The invaders' fire—its blaze comes from our oil;
The invaders' fire, its flames from our oil
and the flesh is raw, and Arabism digests it.
The flesh prey, and Arabism the devourer
أنْتَyou الذيthe one who أجفلتَyou startled فيناwithin us ظُلمَناour injustice
أنْتَ الذي أجفلتَ فينا ظُلمَنا
كمْhow many ظالمٍan oppressor ألقىput السؤالَthe question لِظالمةْto a female oppressor؟
كمْ ظالمٍ ألقى السؤالَ لِظالمةْ؟
You are the one who startled our injustice within us.
You who have darkened the injustice within us
How many oppressors have put the question to a female oppressor?
How many oppressors have questioned the oppressed?
هَلْis there? فيin خِيامِthe tents العُمْرِof life فُرْصةُa chance حالمٍof a dreamer
هَلْ في خِيامِ العُمْرِ فُرْصةُ حالمٍ
لِنقولَso that we may say حيَّcome! علىto الحياةِlife الحالمةْdreaming؟
لِنقولَ حيَّ على الحياةِ الحالمةْ؟
Is there, in life's tents, a dreamer's chance
In the tents of life is there room for a dreamer
for us to say, 'Come to the dreaming life'?
To say long live the dreaming life?
عبَسَscowled الجُناةُthe perpetrators وكانَand was سِنُّكَyour tooth ضاحكًاsmiling
عبَسَ الجُناةُ وكانَ سِنُّكَ ضاحكًا
فتبسّميso smile ياO قُدْسJerusalem مالكِwhat is wrong with you? واجِمةْdowncast؟
فتبسّمي يا قُدْس مالكِ واجِمةْ؟
The perpetrators scowled, while your teeth smiled;
The killers frowned while your age laughed
so smile, O Jerusalem—why are you downcast?
So smile, O Jerusalem, your Angel sullen
لاno طيبَfragrance إلّاexcept ماwhat تَلتْهُrecited it نسائِمٌbreezes
لا طيبَ إلّا ما تَلتْهُ نسائِمٌ
عَبَقَتْgrew fragrant وريحُand the wind الموتِof death زهرٌblossom هائِمةْwandering
عَبَقَتْ وريحُ الموتِ زهرٌ هائِمةْ
There is no fragrance but what was recited by breezes
No scent but what the breeze carries
that grew fragrant; and death's wandering wind is blossom.
And the scent of death roams fragrant
نَضِجَتْwere cooked ضلوعُكَyour ribs، هلdid...? صرختَyou cried out تمهّليslow down!
نَضِجَتْ ضلوعُكَ، هل صرختَ تمهّلي
أمْor كانتwere النيرانُthe flames بَرْدًاcoolness سالِمةْharmless؟
أمْ كانت النيرانُ بَرْدًا سالِمةْ؟
Your ribs were cooked; did you cry out, 'Slow down!'
Your ribs have ripened, did you cry “Wait!”
or were the flames cool and harmless?
Or were the fires gently peaceful?
هذاthis خليلُthe intimate friend اللّهِof God فيin صَمتِthe silence الّلظىof the blaze
هذا خليلُ اللّهِ في صَمتِ الّلظى
كانَhe was البدايةَthe beginning، ثمَّthen كنتَyou were الخاتِمةْthe end
كانَ البدايةَ، ثمَّ كنتَ الخاتِمةْ
This is God's Friend in the silence of the blaze;
This is God's friend in the silence of blazes
he was the beginning, then you were the end.
He was the beginning, then you were the end