1. Good tidings, O Beirut, on this day I give you good tidings
The sun of the Most High has settled on your hills

2. Delight your eyes with it, for today it has risen
With good fortune, filling with light your terraces

3. It is a sun of glory, its rising place the tower of honor
Above the skies, higher than the towers of the spheres

4. Since it traveled from you to Acre with dignity
Seeking its purpose, and its people and protector

5. So it has connected itself to you with a light it radiates
As if it had not been absent from any of your sides

6. Of the necklace, in the harmonious composition of its threads
Pillar of glory, beloved of honor with dignity

7. One whose conferred glory no narrator has limited
The Most High has woven from the fabric of honor

8. A glory that has become the best shroud and wrap
The brother of perfection, who was molded with manners

9. With good words and pure, fruitful deeds
The lord of wisdom and intelligence, his insight

10. Shows from his intellect mastery of comprehension
The formidable knight that frightens with his might

11. Every slanderer and killer
And today he has returned from Acre with dignity

12. With a procession the like of which no thought can encompass
Welcome to him who has come and honored Beirut

13. And its smile has become, from joy, all laughs
By God may He keep him as long as earth lasts! The land laughed

14. From the edge of the weeping, rain-filled heavenly clouds
As long as the praising of angels continues

15. In the heaven, may he be served with power and supremacy