لاطم الريح بالجناجين و اصعد

Beat the wind with your twin wings and ascend, oh rebellious lover of freedom.

O you eagle, whom life frightened in a gloomy, humiliated, and shackled valley.

So he writhed in the pit of mud and thorns, with a burning longing for the radiance.

And his dreams illuminated with the visions of Moses and Jesus and the aspirations of Muhammad.

And he kindled nostalgia for the lofty peak among the stars, higher and farther.

And loftiness showed him his towering port at the pinnacle of solid pride.

O a cry whose impact shook the universe, the sad, tortured, enslaved world.

Neglected by a gang that drove the people as slaves to a blackened foreigner.

O great eagle of Africa, the call of the sun boomed across existence and thundered.

So you answered the call: At your service, oh mother, tomorrow is the rendezvous in the horizon of heroics.

And you braced your wing while in the heart is a fiery pulse, and tears that master themselves.

After a long epoch of darkness in the sky of slaves, the morning star shone brightly.

So carry the great torch and tear apart what the invaders desired as an eternal night.