1. The valleys and hills donned March’s attire,
As spring urged on its luminous steeds.

2. It struts in the meadows’ fragrance and beauty,
While the hills and streams rush to greet it.

3. Lebanon yielded all that adorned the land,
So the valleys grant and the ornaments are lent.

4. The doves filled their corners with images,
As the niches brimmed with bustling sparrows.

5. In each meadow a statue and frame,
And in every garden an image and border.

6. The doves peered with their eyes, just as
The bride eyed the house longingly.

7. The hopes dressed it in the radiance of its sun,
And the dawns adorned themselves for its arrival.

8. The lutes greeted it at dawn with melody,
And the strings sang its praises.

9. The water springs forth as a stream and surges from
A fountain, and bustles in the canal bewildered.

10. It dragged its gown, so every garden bears
Musk, and every dove is scented.

11. In every shade a flowering nightingale sings,
And behind every sapling a flute stirs.

12. And on the branch of every bough a lass
Whose voice behind the pine trees flies.

13. The Nile in the valley walked proudly
With its chiefs and scholars in its procession.

14. They brought out the crosses and chanted their gospel
So exaltations and prayers rose high.

15. You descended upon Egypt’s heart,
And it embraced you and feasted its sights.

16. A guest of the generous city, and many a time
Did the visitor exalt it and the neighbor sing of it.

17. A crown like the disk of the sun, its frame filled
With freedom, ancient glory, and pride.

18. As if both sides were of brilliance,
And of bathing in the rays of the sun by day.

19. We are generous - if a guest walked upon our land,
While we in our land remain free.

20. Egypt, womb of fine art and its cradle,
Your relics proclaim this to you.

21. Its hills were drowned in the music of beauty,
And its rocks gushed with water.

22. A valley like the fringes of paradise, and what
Dens the nightingales have under them!

23. Since the days of Ishmael its hills
Have not been devoid of meadows nor its trees barren.

24. Of what God, most Glorious and Exalted,
Grants His servants and destines.

25. In every generation, a brilliant genius -
The talents sang, an enchanting magician.

26. Who overcame the woes of life, and how often he called
To walk amongst the roses, so the friends marched on.

27. For song is the pleasure of nations
Who roamed through life and travelled.

28. O how often they relaxed to it, and how often
They were stirred to passion by its melancholic chords!

29. The string clung to blissful Adam -
His children and in-laws sang to it.

30. Wine, obvious sorcery behind it,
And ardour, sighs, and remembrance.

31. The soul composes in its fervor,
While the evening passes and the virgins circle.

32. Each people has its own melodies and singing -
A language and whispered conversation amongst them.

33. The melody of nature in their odes - and whatever
The meadows inspire and the flowers originate.

34. The ears love only a melody
That circled them since the cradle days.

35. Pharaoh in the valley and his bugle companion,
His lyre, flute, and zither.

36. And the hymns of the people around his procession,
And the occult spells and secrets.

37. If all this returned, passion would find
Its object, as if the ages never wore it down.

38. Abaseen, your sanctuary is a refuge and reward
That continues to be sought and visited.

39. The pillars of the throne stood firm in its shrine,
And a nation and homes came to it.

40. In its ascensions and in its halos
The suns of might and moons dawned.

41. Of knowledge it has a wall
That is sheltered and for the arts a pillar.

42. I too revealed my poetry in its squares,
Just as the finest poems of Kaaba were revealed.

43. And I composed in it, in the glow of its night,
What the vigils continue to pass along.

44. Its expanses are meadows, if only they were
The land of dew and its sky of downpour.

45. Africa in your shade gathered in
Purity, so no misfortune befell it.

46. At the genius convention, its icons
Assembled, and the lights converged.

47. When the caller to glory called to the villages,
Its nomads saddled up their camels from the deserts.

48. A journey to the happy valley and its king -
Its delegations envied it from all cities.

49. They hoisted the sail of the sea racing him,
And if only they possessed wings, they would have flown!

50. Nations of Islam that unite us -
A past and momentous events.

51. And the civilization of eloquent Arabic and its spirit,
The glorious Quraish and the Helpers.

52. And events unfolding tomorrow
With an aim for each neighbor and abode.

53. In the valley’s institute and house of song
Joy progresses, as news will tell tomorrow.

54. The world at its prime sent its best
From every forest, a nightingale and dove.

55. The institute harbored the geniuses around its bliss -
A nation jealous for the sanctuary of arts.

56. It attracted the highest talents, so they raced
As if the institute were a racecourse.

57. Ehsan, innately disposed to benevolence -
His masterpieces and relics are beyond count.

58. O Nile Valley people, you have lived and forever
Flows the course of your affairs with blessings.

59. You are rightly-guided over its generous setting,
Reviewing ideas and thoughts.