Egypt the brave, the triumphant the great
Holding the reins of time in a clever hand
Having completely prepared signaled date
Six October She cried and the world hushed
Listening for the first shot across the canal
Which registered for the Arabs a new fate
Shadows of ghastly shapes flying were seen
Stretching range no dust rising from their sweep
Seeming hawks falling wings bursting shells
Shrapnel scattered deadly weapons had been
Leaving fetid ledges of the dead on the scene
Barley burning huddled ashes heap against heap
And over Sinai the austral winds wafted
The sweet sabulous scent of liberty
Egypt trust in God but not in a deceiving sprite
Seeming fey withal a snake hidden amid grass
Be aware of the fangs trickling bane honey taste
And drop the potion given in drafts for a grain of sand
Remember Salah ed-Din the wing of might
Who healed the wounds of this country in days of yore
By the whistling blade of his native song
When the Holy city of the oppressors he freed
Egypt grasp the hilt again and sharpen the shining steel
Have the river Jordan a current of glints flowing gore
Move fast over sand moor and mere beyond every pale
Tarnish the sun with the darkest gloom of dust
Rebellious under the rioting hooves of your Arabian breed
And hurl the seven gates open for all nations entrance free
Having freed Jerusalem you would have freed the World
And the world will outright repeat “Egypt the great”.