Awake! Arab be awake, the matter really deserves the attention.
The situation is terrible can muddle you up to your knees.
What is the reason you stick on, while the hops betray you?
Then the javelins of death encircled you from each side.
Oh, great God! What is the slumber you put yourselves on?
The bed complains you and the tomb long for you.
How much you are oppressed, but you do not complain.
And how much you are angry, but the anger goes in vain.
You accustomed the disgrace until the disgrace is your dress.
It is truly that some of person habits are acquired.
Your chivalry leaves you when the disgrace is your motto.
Then you don't feel the bitter of humiliation tastes or injury.
O lord! If only you are patients at the thick of battle of fight.
While the horses of war played at the battle- field.
Much of patience is for humiliation contrive.
But much of it made the victor.
Hurry and be ready to put in your consideration.
Be aware to thy opportunity not to miss it again.
Don't request the success by just hope.
The success is nothing unless the request is faithful.
Neglect thy bigotry and endeavour about your unity.
You may be at enthusiasm only in case of parrying aggression or oppression.
Without doubt you are the majority Nation.
However, it is commonly that any minority can overcome.
It is the weakness which frustrates thy faculty.
Your reunion is delusion and you are disunited.
Then the tyranny focuses and nidifies on your homeland.
Excluding all world, your countries rebuild not.
The infidels dominated upon you, even if it is disgrace.
Your passion mostly with them in anyhow they want.
Of everyone who is scoundrel outsider of low-breed.
Insults you even truly he knows that he hasn't religious or politeness.
Of every one of those had indulged in adultery.
Who he always scratches his skin because of sexual transitional disease.
Their weapons are only the trickery.
Their unique characteristic is the hypocrite and lying.
Never are they truthful if they undertake any commitments.
Or any promises so to speak if they undertake.
If you grasp at any reasons to obtain their cordiality,
There isn't reason, but the indecency if you do.
The right and the false on their law are lawfully.
It is standard forever if it goes with their behalf.
You are the slaves and they are the master.
Consider to thyself! You are between the follies things are astray.
You play the trictrac, while the bloodshed surrounding you.
You are only the herders of their sheep.
While they are who milk them.
Hence the land owner is the slave.
But, the outsider is the master.
Your blood is cheaper of anything else.
Even it is cheaper than the blood which they spill on disgraceful acts.
Your honor if it is violated is valueless to them.
Even it is cheaper than the honor of the drafted mercenary.
By God! Embark upon your matter at once.
Of How long the enthusiastic poetry and sermons urge you.
Aren't you who dominated one day and conquered everywhere?
At East and West your ancestors are the rulers.
Who they one day humiliated the arrogant domineering kings.
Being afraid those of horses' clattering and the weapon of your forefathers.
Who they constructed the lofty edifices which witness their glorious deed.
The thunderbolt slipped over them to other side.
Woe to you! Why you are slothful do not care?
Their glory is smashed by the ignominy.
Alas! You are homeless without body politic.
None claims to defend or advocate the lost glory.
And you can't find any mercy or inviolability.
Help you or assist you when the ordeals befall upon you.
You are nothing to be estimated by Turkish eyes.
And your rights are extorted by them.
They didn't ask about you whether you have honor or concern.
Or they consider you just name or mere entity or valueless meanings.
By God! My homeland nations you are the genuine Arab I think.
Though I think your noble descent will encourage you.
Suggest that, there isn't anyone between you who deserves to be leader.
To lead you or you will confer him a rank upon.
Or perhaps there is not who is trustworthy and veteran.
That one you can chose him to be charged for authority.
Oh, isn't anyone between thy throng who has knowledge?
Who can judge at judiciary chapter! Aren't you the owner of knowledge?
Isn't it nonsense that there is no nose sneezes the chivalry?
At least to throw away this shame, if someone decides to leap.
I wish if you can hear me the rattle of your glimpsing swords.
To scatter the blood, rightly I am yearning to hear its rumbles.
Hear me the resound of gunpowder when it reflects.
This Thunderous explosive perhaps can make noise everywhere.
Nothing remain on your side deserves the regard.
The only remnants are these souls which are covered by humiliation.
Precede the death and feel honor by thy death.
The death is better than who lives the life suffers the salt of enemy.
It is about to, these veils and clouds will be removed.
We shall by the tip of sword chase our right.
And we shall not be disappointed on this view.
Wept and bit their thumbs, soon go away.
And who maybe still alive for coming years,
Will see the wonderful expectation whish he doesn't expect.