كُلَّمَاwhenever حَارَبْتُI fought مِنْfor أَجْلِكِyour sake أَحْبَبْتُكِI loved you أَكْثَرْmore
كُلَّمَا حَارَبْتُ مِنْ أَجْلِكِ أَحْبَبْتُكِ أَكْثَرْ
أَيُّwhat تُرْبٍsoil غَيْرَother than هَذَاthis لتُّرْبِthe soil مِنْof مِسْكٍmusk وَعَنْبَرْand ambergris
أَيُّ تُرْبٍ غَيْرَ هَذَا لتُّرْبِ مِنْ مِسْكٍ وَعَنْبَرْ
Whenever I fight for you, I love you more.
The more I fought for you, the more I loved you
What soil but this soil is made of musk and ambergris?
What soil but this for a soil of musk and ambergris?
أَيُّwhat أُفْقٍhorizon غَيْرَother than هَذَاthis لأُفْقِthe horizon فِيin لدُّنْيَاthe world مُعَطَّرْfragrant
أَيُّ أُفْقٍ غَيْرَ هَذَا لأُفْقِ فِي لدُّنْيَا مُعَطَّرْ
كُلَّمَاwhenever دَافَعْتُI defended عَنْon behalf of أَرْضِكِyour land عُودُthe branch of لعُمْرِlife يَخْضَرْgrows green
كُلَّمَا دَافَعْتُ عَنْ أَرْضِكِ عُودُ لعُمْرِ يَخْضَرْ
What horizon in the world, other than this horizon, is fragrant?
What horizon but this for a horizon in an aromatic world?
Whenever I defend your land, the branch of life grows green.
The more I defended your land, the more my life flourished
وَجَنَاحِيand my wing يَاO فِلَسْطِينُPalestine عَلَىupon القِمَّةِthe summit يُنْشَرْis unfurled
وَجَنَاحِي يَا فِلَسْطِينُ عَلَى القِمَّةِ يُنْشَرْ
يَاO فِلَسْطِينِيَّةَPalestinian لإسْمِthe name لذِيthat يُوحِيinspires وَيَسْحَرْand enchants
يَا فِلَسْطِينِيَّةَ لإسْمِ لذِي يُوحِي وَيَسْحَرْ
And my wing, O Palestine, is unfurled upon the summit.
And my wings, O Palestine, unfurled at the summit
O you whose Palestinian name inspires and enchants!
O Palestinienne, a name that inspires and enchants
تَشْهَدُbears witness لسُّمْرَةُthe brown complexion فِيin خَدَّيْكِyour two cheeks أَنَّthat لحُسْنَbeauty أَسْمَرْbrown
تَشْهَدُ لسُّمْرَةُ فِي خَدَّيْكِ أَنَّ لحُسْنَ أَسْمَرْ
لَمْnot أَزَلْI cease أَقْرَأُI read فِيin عَيْنَيْكِyour two eyes أُنْشُودَةَthe song of عَبْقَرْAbqar
لَمْ أَزَلْ أَقْرَأُ فِي عَيْنَيْكِ أُنْشُودَةَ عَبْقَرْ
The brown hue of your cheeks bears witness that beauty is brown.
The sumac on your cheeks testifies your beauty is dusky
I still read in your eyes the song of Abqar.
I have not ceased reading an ode of glory in your eyes
وَعَلَىand on شَطَّيْهِمَاtheir two shores أَمْوَاجُthe waves of عَكَّاAkka تَتَكَسَّرْbreak
وَعَلَى شَطَّيْهِمَا أَمْوَاجُ عَكَّا تَتَكَسَّرْ
مِنْfrom بَقَايَاthe remnants of دَمْعِنَاour tears هَلْquestion marker شَجَرُالَليْمُونِthe lemon trees أَزْهَرْblossomed؟
مِنْ بَقَايَا دَمْعِنَا هَلْ شَجَرُالَليْمُونِ أَزْهَرْ؟
And on their two shores, the waves of Akka break.
And on your shores, waves of Acre that crash and shatter
From the remnants of our tears, have the lemon trees blossomed?
From the remnants of our tears, did the lemon tree blossom?
وَالحَوَاكِيرُand the garden plots بَكَتْwept مِنْfrom بَعْدِنَاafter us وَلرَّوْضُand the meadow أَقْفَرْbecame desolate
وَالحَوَاكِيرُ بَكَتْ مِنْ بَعْدِنَا وَلرَّوْضُ أَقْفَرْ
وَكُرُومُand the vines of لعِنَبِthe grapes الخَمْرِيِّwine-red شَقَّتْtore أَلْفَa thousand مِئْزَرْwaistcloth
وَكُرُومُ لعِنَبِ الخَمْرِيِّ شَقَّتْ أَلْفَ مِئْزَرْ
And the garden plots wept after us, and the meadow grew desolate.
The fortunetellers wept after us and the meadow is desolate
And the vines of wine-red grapes tore a thousand waistcloths.
The vines ripped their thousand skirts
لَمْnot تَعُدْreturn تَعْتَنِقُembrace لسَّفْحَthe hillside عَصَافِيرُthe sparrows of لصَّنَوْبَرْthe pines
لَمْ تَعُدْ تَعْتَنِقُ لسَّفْحَ عَصَافِيرُ لصَّنَوْبَرْ
وَنُجُومُand the stars of الَليْلَthe night مَاnot عَادَتْreturned عَلَىover لكَرْمِلِCarmel تَسْهَرْkeep vigil
وَنُجُومُ الَليْلَ مَا عَادَتْ عَلَى لكَرْمِلِ تَسْهَرْ
The sparrows of the pines no longer embrace the hillside.
The sparrows no longer nestle on the pine tree
And the stars of night no longer keep vigil over Carmel.
And the stars of the nights no longer keep vigil on Carmel
Sol 6.1