منْ تنادي قدْسُنا منْ تنادي

منْ تنادي قدْسُنا منْ تنادي

من يداوي جُرحَها بالْفِعال ِ

من يداوي جُرحَها بالْفِعال ِ

Whom does our Jerusalem call? Whom does she call?

Who do you call, our holy city, who do you call

Who heals her wound through deeds?

Who will heal her wounds with deeds

أحبيبٌ قدْ غدا في انشغالِ

أحبيبٌ قدْ غدا في انشغالِ

أم زَنيمٌ في جفاهُ يُغالي

أم زَنيمٌ في جفاهُ يُغالي

Is it a beloved who has become preoccupied,

A lover who has become preoccupied

Or a baseborn man who takes his coldness to extremes?

Or a boasting enemy in his defiance

هؤلاء اخوَةٌ قدْ تجافَوْا

هؤلاء اخوَةٌ قدْ تجافَوْا

وطغى اشرارُهمْ في اخْتيالِ

وطغى اشرارُهمْ في اخْتيالِ

These are brothers who have shunned one another,

These are brothers who have become estranged

And their wicked ones ran rampant in swaggering pride.

And their evil has prevailed through guile

نذَرُوا انْفُسَهم للغريبِ

نذَرُوا انْفُسَهم للغريبِ

واستباحوا عِرضَهمْ باقتتالِ

واستباحوا عِرضَهمْ باقتتالِ

They pledged themselves to the stranger,

They have devoted themselves to the foreigner

And violated their honor by fighting one another.

And violated their honor through fighting

والاحبُّ بينهم كذّبُوه

والاحبُّ بينهم كذّبُوه

وارْتأوه جامحاً في ضلالِ

وارْتأوه جامحاً في ضلالِ

And the dearest among them—they called him a liar,

The most beloved among them they called a liar

And deemed him headstrong in error.

And saw him as raging in misguidance

وَاخرُونَ سُبَّةٌ ما اسْتجابوا

وَاخرُونَ سُبَّةٌ ما اسْتجابوا

أوْ تنادوْا في زَمانِ الوصالِ

أوْ تنادوْا في زَمانِ الوصالِ

And others—a disgrace—did not respond

While others, captives, did not respond

Or call to one another in the time of union.

Or summon in the time of reunion

كَمْ غفرتِ صمْتَهم ثمّ قلتِ

كَمْ غفرتِ صمْتَهم ثمّ قلتِ

عَلَّهُ صمتُ رؤوسِ الجبالِ

عَلَّهُ صمتُ رؤوسِ الجبالِ

How often you forgave their silence, then said:

How often did your silence pardon them, then you said

Perhaps it is the silence of mountain peaks.

Perhaps it is the silence of mountain peaks

عاجلاً أو اجلاً ستهبُّ

عاجلاً أو اجلاً ستهبُّ

مِنْ ثناياهُ رياحُ الشمالِ

مِنْ ثناياهُ رياحُ الشمالِ

Sooner or later, there will blow

Sooner or later, the winds of the north

From its folds the winds of the north.

Will blow from within them

فاذا بالصّمتِ ليسَ سوى جُحْ

فاذا بالصّمتِ ليسَ سوى جُحْ

رِ منايا بانتظارِ الغزالِ

رِ منايا بانتظارِ الغزالِ

And lo, the silence is nothing but a lair

Then silence is nothing but the stench

Of death, lying in wait for the gazelle.

Of grievances waiting for the gazelles

مَنْ تنادي قدْسُنا منْ تنادي

مَنْ تنادي قدْسُنا منْ تنادي

منْ لهذا الأصفرَ بالنّعالِ

منْ لهذا الأصفرَ بالنّعالِ

Whom does our Jerusalem call? Whom does she call?

Who do you call, our holy city, who do you call

Who will confront this yellow one with sandals?

For this yellow one in slippers

أمْ فِداها قوْلُنا اذْ بهِ لا

أمْ فِداها قوْلُنا اذْ بهِ لا

بسواه تُسْتباحُ المَعالي

بسواه تُسْتباحُ المَعالي

Or is our speech her ransom, since through it—not

Or did our words ransom it, for by them

Through anything else—the heights are conquered?

Only are sublime things violated

ويْلَهُ من يائنا انْ تَجلَّتْ

ويْلَهُ من يائنا انْ تَجلَّتْ

في دُعاءٍ أوْ عَلتْ في جدالِ!

في دُعاءٍ أوْ عَلتْ في جدالِ!

Woe to him from our 'O!' should it ring out

Woe to us if we faltered

In prayer, or rise in argument!

In prayer or rose up in dispute

ويْلَهُ من شعرنا والطبولِ

ويْلَهُ من شعرنا والطبولِ

أنْ يُدقُّ رقُّها بانْهيالِ!

أنْ يُدقُّ رقُّها بانْهيالِ!

Woe to him from our poetry and the drums,

Woe to our poetry and drums

When their skins are beaten in a torrent!

If their beating flows wantonly

ويحَ قومٍ ما أجادوا سوى قرْ

ويحَ قومٍ ما أجادوا سوى قرْ

ع الطبولِ اذْ تنادي الغوَالي

ع الطبولِ اذْ تنادي الغوَالي

Alas for a people who mastered nothing but beating

Woe to a people who have mastered nothing

The drums when the cherished ones call!

But beating drums when death calls

من تنادي قدسُنا من تنادي

من تنادي قدسُنا من تنادي

والزّمانُ ما خلا منْ رجالِ

والزّمانُ ما خلا منْ رجالِ

Whom does our Jerusalem call? Whom does she call?

Who do you call, our holy city, who do you call

And time has never lacked men.

While time is not without men

أتنادي خالداً امْ صلاحاً

أتنادي خالداً امْ صلاحاً

والزّمانُ عينُه للزّوالِ

والزّمانُ عينُه للزّوالِ

Does she call Khalid, or Salah,

Do you call Khaled or Salah

While time itself is bound to pass away?

While time's eye is set on decline

هذه أُمّتكِ قد أناخ

هذه أُمّتكِ قد أناخ

الذلُّ والبؤسُ بها باعْتلالِ

الذلُّ والبؤسُ بها باعْتلالِ

This is your nation; there have settled

This is your nation where

Humiliation and misery upon it, with sickness.

Humiliation and misery have settled

أُمّةٌ قد سَلّمتْ بالوعودِ

أُمّةٌ قد سَلّمتْ بالوعودِ

ويْ لها إنْ بُغِتتْ بالنزالِ

ويْ لها إنْ بُغِتتْ بالنزالِ

A nation that has yielded to promises;

A nation that surrendered to promises

Woe to it if caught unawares by battle!

Woe to it if it is tested in battle

أمّةٌ لمَّا تزلْ ترتئي كلّ

أمّةٌ لمَّا تزلْ ترتئي كلّ

جمالٍ في حدودِ الخيالِ

جمالٍ في حدودِ الخيالِ

A nation that still envisions all

A nation that has not ceased coveting

Beauty within the bounds of imagination.

Every beauty within the realm of imagination

وجمالُ قدْسنا لا يدانيـ

وجمالُ قدْسنا لا يدانيـ

ـهِ خيالٌ، كالْجِنانِ العوَالي

ـهِ خيالٌ، كالْجِنانِ العوَالي

And our Jerusalem's beauty is beyond the reach

And the beauty of our holy city cannot be equaled

Of imagination—like the gardens on high.

By any imagination, like the lofty gardens