By Major General Ali Zain Al‑Abidin | Riyadh — 5/6/1376 AH
Your struggle for the East is a rebirth and an awakening,
a lasting glory for the Arabs and for Islam.
You are the pillars of the great unity we seek,
and for time and history, a melody that echoes on.
“Saud” is its spirit, and “Shukri” its beating heart,
and “Nasser” its drawn, unsheathed sword.
Its beacons are a pure faith and a noble nation,
nurtured by “Mu‘add” and exalted by Muhammad.
Gentle in peace, fierce in battle,
lamps of truth that shine in the darkest nights.
Kisra once trembled before them, and Caesar yielded,
and tyrants bowed their heads in submission.
They never deceived a people nor tore them apart,
nor did oppression or threats ever come from them.
Unlike those whose madness drove them yesterday,
to raid us in the Canal and spread corruption.
They attacked us unjustly, in arrogance and cruelty,
as if stripped of every trace of conscience.
They spared neither an old man bent with age,
nor an infant sleeping peacefully in his cradle.
Even the houses of God they drenched with fire,
upon the kneeling worshippers within.
Woe to a people who boast of peace,
yet are themselves the darkest face of war.
Is it justice that the defender of his homeland be struck,
threatened and punished for protecting his land—
while the aggressor is spared, praised, and supplied,
his crimes overlooked and rewarded?
Curse upon a people whose conscience never wakes,
stripped of every meaning of honor and manhood.
The world rose against them in outrage,
and the two horizons thundered in condemnation.
But treachery is a vile, ingrained nature,
and the base of heart is blind and diseased.
Greed drove them—lowly, disgraceful greed—
leading them recklessly toward death.
Then the dignity of souls rose up,
and the sword of truth was drawn.
Egypt became like a volcano hurling flames,
crushing them beneath its iron resolve.
Every fighter stood to meet them with death,
defending the honor of the Kinanah with pride.
They poured upon the invaders a vengeance so fierce,
that the world spoke of it and bore witness.
Every girl in Egypt became a flame of wrath,
every boy a sharp, gleaming blade.
Every young man turned into a roaring lion,
every old woman a blazing torch.
Even the children’s hearts surged with fury,
their thirst for justice foaming and rising.
How wondrous the faith that filled their souls,
each one a spirit of unity and devotion.
Their steadfastness made the world turn its gaze,
applauding their courage and praising their stand.
Beloved Egypt, it is enough that we are your soldiers,
ready to sacrifice our lives and support you.
Across every Arab land, a revolution was rising,
and in every Arab heart, a fire was burning.
They mobilized their armies to defend you,
battalions of lions threatening death itself.
They severed the lifeline of your enemy with strength,
unmoved by his threats or warnings.
When weakness overtook him in Egypt, and he burned
in the fire of a renewed, relentless struggle—
he shifted like a serpent, spreading his poison,
against a people noble in dignity and honor.
Our creed is Islam—faith and state,
and none but the Merciful is our guide and protector.
Away with falsehoods—they are but lies,
a dark, deceitful shade of treachery.
Is it for rising to free our land,
to cleanse it of occupiers and drive them out—
that tyranny raises its whip against us,
striking the free and noble?
By God—by God—our resolve has never faltered,
and the Arab flame has never dimmed.
It will burn the usurper in Algeria,
the treacherous, hateful oppressor.
And the Arab lands shall return to their people,
for the sword is honored only by the sword.
We shall revive unity in East and West,
a unity immortalized in the book of eternity.
We shall raise it as a single nation,
its borders secure, its strength unshaken.
Its constitution the Qur’an, its foundation faith,
enduring through all ages.
Its voice will echo across the universe,
and its place will rise above the stars.
Blessed is this glory—you are its builders,
its mighty, fortified pillars.
You restored to history the pride of Ya‘rub,
and made the world hear its call once more.
You built for us honor, dignity, and greatness,
a glory before which time itself bows.
You lived—despite the West—as leaders of a nation,
free and sovereign above all others.
Your thrones are built upon our hearts,
and obedience to you is a duty upon us.
March on, in God’s name, united as one,
and may His divine support guard you always.