يا بلبلاً غرِداً غني فأشجانا

يا بلبلاً غرِداً غني فأشجانا

لم يبق قلبٌ وما روّاه ألحانا

لم يبق قلبٌ وما روّاه ألحانا

O melodious nightingale who sang and stirred our sorrow,

O nightingale, sing for us, your melodies bring us joy

No heart remained that he had not watered with melodies.

No heart remains that your tunes have not inspired

أرقت من دمك الغالي على وطن

أرقت من دمك الغالي على وطن

ومن فؤادك ألحاناً وأشجانا

ومن فؤادك ألحاناً وأشجانا

You poured out some of your precious blood upon a homeland,

I'm sleepless thinking of your precious blood shed for the homeland

And from your heart, melodies and sorrows.

And the poems and songs that flow from your heart

من أجل أوطاننا ما نحن نبذلُه

من أجل أوطاننا ما نحن نبذلُه

وفي سبيل العلا قد كان ما كانا

وفي سبيل العلا قد كان ما كانا

What we offer is for the sake of our homelands,

For the sake of our homelands we make every sacrifice

And in pursuit of glory, what happened has indeed happened.

In pursuit of excellence we accept what comes to pass

فمشعلُ الحق يبقى ساطعاً أبداً

فمشعلُ الحق يبقى ساطعاً أبداً

ما دام يسقيه فيضٌ من ضحايانا

ما دام يسقيه فيضٌ من ضحايانا

So the torch of truth remains radiant forever,

The torch of truth forever shines bright

As long as a torrent from our sacrifices waters it.

As long as it's fueled by our people's sacrifice