1. I love Samannoud, not for its wealth
I have fallen, but out of love for it

2. In it I was born and grew up
And in its soil I will be buried

3. I nurtured passion and youth in it
And filled my heart with its sweetness

4. And kept company with its people, faults and all
So my soul grew used to their faults

5. The stranger pines, while the neighbor shuns
And they are not equal in their hump

6. But to hurt it is forbidden me
It suffices that I fear its Lord