1. صقيعٌ في مرافي الرّوحِ يرسو

    بوخزِ الثلجِ يجرحُ ثم يقسو

    Frost anchors in the harbors of the soul.

    With snow's sting it wounds, then grows cruel.

  2. وخيباتٌ تبارينا وتَأسو

    فلا عجبٌ إذا ما سادَ يأسُ

    And disappointments vie with us and console us.

    So no wonder when despair prevails.

  3. عرايا في مَهَبِّ الزِّفْتِ نَشْقى

    لقمعِ شُعوبنا نبني جُيوشا

    Naked in the blast of tar, we suffer.

    To suppress our peoples, we build armies.

  4. نقاتلُ بعضنا نفدي العروشا

    وصهيونٌ يُشَيِّعُنا نُعوشا

    We fight one another; we sacrifice ourselves for thrones.

    And Zion sees us off in coffins.

  5. وأوباما علينا صارَ بوشا

    فُرادى في جحيمِ البينِ نُلقى

    And Obama has become Bush against us.

    Alone, we are cast into the hell of separation.

  6. بلاد العُرْبِ قهرٌلا ينامُ

    وأحلامٌ " يُطيّنها " القتامُ

    The Arab lands: oppression that never sleeps.

    And dreams that the dust smears with mud.

  7. بنصلِ الحدِّ قد بعُدَ المرامُ

    جوازاتٍ يُضاجِعُها الختامُ

    By the border's blade, the goal has grown distant.

    Passports that the stamp beds.

  8. طوابيرُ الحدودِ مدًى ستبقى

    هزائِمُنا على قَدمٍ وساقٍ

    The queues at the borders will stretch on.

    Our defeats are in full swing.

  9. وكم هَمَعَتْ لنكبَتِنا مآقٍ

    عزائمُنا تجلّت في شقاقٍ

    And how many eyes have streamed with tears over our catastrophe.

    Our resolve has manifested itself in discord.

  10. وقُسِّمْنا عرايا دونَ باقٍ

    وبِتنا في إطارِ القيدِ ربْقا

    And we were divided, naked, with nothing left.

    And we ended up tethered within the confines of bondage.

  11. وإملاءاتُ سامٍ حَدُّ سَيْفٍ

    هو " الأنْكِلْ "يُبَدِّدُنا بِحيْفٍ

    And Sam's dictates are a sword's edge.

    He is 'Uncle,' scattering us unjustly.

  12. ونبقى نرتجي بَرداً بصيفٍ

    ووعْدُ السّامِ من زورٍ لزيفٍ

    And we keep hoping for coolness in summer.

    And Sam's promise goes from falsehood to deceit.

  13. كفى أحلامنا مَزْقاً ورتْقا

    جبابرةٌ علينا بلْ وأنكى

    Enough of tearing and mending our dreams.

    Tyrants over us—nay, worse still:

  14. أشاعوا فرقةً ويلاً وإفكا

    بنينا في جُيوبِ الليلِ مبكى

    They spread division, woe, and lies.

    We built a place of weeping in the pockets of night.

  15. لتَسْقينا عُيونُ الويلِ ضَنْكا

    حَيارى في مَهَبِّ الزِّفْتِ نَشْقى

    So the eyes of woe may give us hardship to drink.

    Bewildered in the blast of tar, we suffer.