أغنىmade needless التُّقىpiety عنthe need for بُرقُعٍa veil وخباءِand a tent
أغنى التُّقى عن بُرقُعٍ وخباءِ
عذراءَa maiden تمسحُwiping away دمعةَthe tear of البأساءِdistress
عذراءَ تمسحُ دمعةَ البأساءِ
Piety has made veil and tent needless for
The pious need no cloak or tent
a maiden wiping away the tear of distress.
A maiden wipes the tear of the wretched
رَفِقَتwas gentle بكَwith you الحريَّةُLiberty الزَّهراءُradiant فيin
رَفِقَت بكَ الحريَّةُ الزَّهراءُ في
بَلواكَyour ordeal رِفقَthe gentleness of الأُمِّthe mother بالأبناءtoward the children
بَلواكَ رِفقَ الأُمِّ بالأبناء
Radiant Liberty has been gentle with you in
The radiant freedom treated you kindly
your ordeal, as a mother is with her children.
In your ordeal, like a mother treats her children
فارفَعso raise جبينكَyour brow باسماًsmiling وانظرand look إِلىtoward
فارفَع جبينكَ باسماً وانظر إِلى
مَوجِthe waves of البحارِthe seas وأَنجُمِand the stars of الزَّرقاءthe blue sky
مَوجِ البحارِ وأَنجُمِ الزَّرقاء
So raise your brow, smiling, and look toward
So raise your forehead with pride and look
the waves of the seas and the stars of the blue sky.
At the waves of the sea and the blue stars
فكذاso likewise أمانيُّthe hopes of الشّعوبthe nations تَلاطَمَتsurged against one another
فكذا أمانيُّ الشّعوب تَلاطَمَت
وقُلوبُهاand their hearts انفتحتopened لنورِto the light of رَجاءhope
وقُلوبُها انفتحت لنورِ رَجاء
Likewise, the hopes of nations have surged against one another,
Thus the hopes of nations surged
and their hearts opened to a light of hope.
And their hearts opened to the light of hope
وافتحand open ذِراعَكَyour arm للمحبَّةِto love إنّهاfor she
وافتح ذِراعَكَ للمحبَّةِ إنّها
زارَتكَvisited you فيamid الأحزانِthe sorrows والأرزاءand calamities
زارَتكَ في الأحزانِ والأرزاء
And open your arms to love, for she
Open your arms to love, for it
has visited you amid sorrows and calamities.
Visited you in sorrows and calamities
ولطالماand how often ضمدَتdressed جراحاًwounds كفُّهاher palm
ولطالما ضمدَت جراحاً كفُّها
ماhow أجملَlovely الإحسانَkindness بالحسناءin the beautiful woman
ما أجملَ الإحسانَ بالحسناء
And how often her hand has dressed wounds!
Many times her palms dressed wounds
How lovely is kindness in a beautiful woman!
How beautiful is kindness from the lovely one
ولقدand indeed أقولُI say لمنto the one who تقسَّمَwas torn apart قَلبُهاher heart
ولقد أقولُ لمن تقسَّمَ قَلبُها
وَجداًwith grief علىover إخوانهاher brothers التُّعَساءthe wretched
وَجداً على إخوانها التُّعَساء
And indeed I say to her whose heart was torn
And I say to those whose hearts she divided
with grief for her wretched brothers,
With animosity against her wretched brothers
وعلىand over منازِلناour homes جَرَتflowed عَبراتُهاher tears
وعلى منازِلنا جَرَت عَبراتُها
لمَّاwhen تذكَّرتِshe remembered النَّعيمَbliss النائيfar-off
لمَّا تذكَّرتِ النَّعيمَ النائي
and whose tears flowed over our homes
And over our homes her tears flowed
when she remembered far-off bliss:
When she remembered the distant bliss
ياO ميَّMayy لاdo not تَبكيweep for رجالَكَyour men إنَّهمfor they
يا ميَّ لا تَبكي رجالَكَ إنَّهم
كُرَماءُnoble فيin السَّراءِprosperity والضَّرَّاءand adversity
كُرَماءُ في السَّراءِ والضَّرَّاء
O Mayy, do not weep for your men, for they
O Mai, do not cry over your men, for they
are noble in prosperity and adversity.
Are honorable in good and bad times
فلهمfor they have قلوبٌhearts لاnot يُرَوِّعُهاfrightens them الرَّدىdeath
فلهم قلوبٌ لا يُرَوِّعُها الرَّدى
إنif يَدعُهُمcalls them وَطَنٌa homeland إِلىto الهَيجاءbattle
إن يَدعُهُم وَطَنٌ إِلى الهَيجاء
For they have hearts that death cannot frighten
They have hearts that are not frightened by havoc
if a homeland calls them to battle.
If a homeland calls them to turmoil
ولهمand they have نفوسٌsouls ياO مَليحةُlovely one لمhave not تزَلceased
ولهم نفوسٌ يا مَليحةُ لم تزَل
فيin الفقرِpoverty والبؤسىand misery ذواتِpossessing إِباءproud resolve
في الفقرِ والبؤسى ذواتِ إِباء
And they have souls, O lovely one, that remain
And they have souls, O pretty one, that never
unyielding in poverty and misery.
Lost dignity in poverty and wretchedness
ولربَّماand perhaps انقَلبَturned الزمانُtime بأهلِهِfor its people
ولربَّما انقَلبَ الزمانُ بأهلِهِ
فتَهبُّso blows عاصِفَةٌa storm منfrom الصَّحراءthe desert
فتَهبُّ عاصِفَةٌ من الصَّحراء
And time may well reverse its people's fortunes,
And perhaps time will turn with its people
so a storm rises from the desert,
So a storm comes from the desert
وتُثيرُand stirs فيهمin them همَّةًresolve مَدفونةًburied
وتُثيرُ فيهم همَّةً مَدفونةً
فالبَحرُfor the sea يُخشىis feared بعدَafter طولِa long spell of صَفاءcalm
فالبَحرُ يُخشى بعدَ طولِ صَفاء
stirring in them a buried resolve;
And awakens in them a forgotten resolve
for the sea is feared after long calm.
For the sea is feared after a long calm
وتَشُوقُهمand makes them yearn أيّامُdays of مَجدٍglory ذكرُهاtheir memory
وتَشُوقُهم أيّامُ مَجدٍ ذكرُها
باقٍenduring لهمfor them منamong أقدَسِthe holiest of الأشياءthings
باقٍ لهم من أقدَسِ الأشياء
And days of glory stir their longing; their memory
Their days of glory make them yearn
endures for them among the holiest things.
Remaining for them among the holiest things
يَتعلَّلونَthey console themselves بهwith it إِلىuntil أَنthat يَظفرواthey triumph
يَتعلَّلونَ به إِلى أَن يَظفروا
بعَصائبِover bands of الظُلَّامthe tyrants والرُّقباءand the watchers
بعَصائبِ الظُلَّام والرُّقباء
They console themselves with it until they triumph
They use it as pretext until they gain
over the bands of tyrants and watchers.
Control over the hordes of darkness and tyranny
وعَساكِand may you يوماًone day تَبسمينَsmile لهمupon them وقدand already
وعَساكِ يوماً تَبسمينَ لهم وقد
أبصَرتِهمyou saw them يُبلونinflicting harm بالأعداءon the enemies
أبصَرتِهم يُبلون بالأعداء
And may you one day smile upon them, having
Perhaps one day you smile at them when
seen them wreak havoc on the enemies.
You see them make the enemies suffer
فإذاthen if سُئلتِyou are asked عنabout الذينَthose who تساقَطواfell one after another
فإذا سُئلتِ عن الذينَ تساقَطوا
صَرعىslain فدىas a sacrifice for وَطنٍa homeland لهمof theirs ولِواءand a banner
صَرعى فدى وَطنٍ لهم ولِواء
Then, if you are asked about those who fell
If asked about those who fell
slain, a sacrifice for their homeland and banner,
As martyrs for a homeland and banner
قوليsay مُفاخِرةًtaking pride بهمin them وتجلَّديand be steadfast
قولي مُفاخِرةً بهم وتجلَّدي
هؤلاءِthese فتيانيmy young men حُماةُdefenders of خِبائيmy tent
هؤلاءِ فتياني حُماةُ خِبائي
say, taking pride in them, and stand firm:
Say proudly that they are
These are my young men, the defenders of my tent.
My young men, protectors of my tents
وإذاand when الرّبيعُspring علىupon مناكبِthe shoulders of أرضِناour land
وإذا الرّبيعُ على مناكبِ أرضِنا
ألقىlaid رداءَthe cloak of العِشبِgrass والأفياءand shade
ألقى رداءَ العِشبِ والأفياء
And when spring upon the shoulders of our land
And when spring covers the hills of our land
lays the cloak of grass and shade,
With a gown of grass and flowers
حيّيgreet بِزَهرٍwith flowers قَبرَهمtheir grave وابكيand weep علىover
حيّي بِزَهرٍ قَبرَهم وابكي على
زهرِthe blossom of الشَّبابِyouth مُعاجلاًovertaken بفناءby death
زهرِ الشَّبابِ مُعاجلاً بفناء
greet their grave with flowers, and weep over
Greet their graves with flowers and mourn
the blossom of youth, overtaken by death.
The flower of youth met by death
فلئنfor if مَرَرتِyou passed علىover الثَّرىthe earth خفَّفتِهِyou lightened it
فلئن مَرَرتِ على الثَّرى خفَّفتِهِ
وكَسَوتand you clothed نضراًfresh verdure تُربةَthe soil of الشُّهداءthe martyrs
وكَسَوت نضراً تُربةَ الشُّهداء
For if you pass over the earth, you will lighten it
For if you pass by the earth you will lighten it
and clothe the martyrs' soil in freshness.
And clothe the soil of martyrs with vitality
وإذاand when رَنوتِyou gazed إِلىtoward النجومِthe stars وبَعضُهاand some of them
وإذا رَنوتِ إِلى النجومِ وبَعضُها
يَغشاهُveils it جنحُthe wing of الغَيمةِthe cloud السُّوداءblack
يَغشاهُ جنحُ الغَيمةِ السُّوداء
And when you gaze at the stars, while some of them
And when you turn to the stars and some of them
are veiled by the wing of a black cloud,
Are covered by the black cloud's wings
والرِّيحُand the wind تزفُرُsighs بينَbetween طيّاتِthe folds of الدُّجىdarkness
والرِّيحُ تزفُرُ بينَ طيّاتِ الدُّجى
والموجُand the waves هدَّارٌroaring علىupon الميناءthe harbor
والموجُ هدَّارٌ على الميناء
and the wind sighs between the folds of darkness,
And the wind moans amid the folds of darkness
and the waves roar upon the harbor,
With the wave clamoring at the harbor
قوليsay تمزَّقَwas torn apart شَملُناour union وقلوبُناand our hearts
قولي تمزَّقَ شَملُنا وقلوبُنا
لهفىsorrow-stricken علىfor فِتيانِناour young men الغُرَباءfar from home
لهفى على فِتيانِنا الغُرَباء
say: Our company is scattered, and our hearts
Say our unity is torn and our hearts
ache for our young men far from home.
Yearn for our distant youth
أيَعودُwill return? يوماًone day إخوتيmy brothers وأحبَّتيand my loved ones
أيَعودُ يوماً إخوتي وأحبَّتي
فَبهمfor in them عزاءُthe consolation of بلادِناour country وعزائيand my consolation
فَبهم عزاءُ بلادِنا وعزائي
Will my brothers and my loved ones return one day?
Will my brothers and loved ones ever return
For in them lie our country's consolation and mine.
For through them is consolation for our land and me
وإذاand if الأعاديthe enemies عيَّرتكِtaunt you بنِسبةٍfor a lineage
وإذا الأعادي عيَّرتكِ بنِسبةٍ
عربيَّةٍArab فيهاin which صفاءُthe purity of الماءwater
عربيَّةٍ فيها صفاءُ الماء
And if the enemies taunt you for a lineage
And if enemies taunt you about an
that is Arab and has the purity of water,
Arabic lineage with pure water
قُوليsay هيit الفَخرُpride العظيمُgreat لأنهاbecause it is
قُولي هي الفَخرُ العظيمُ لأنها
شرَفٌan honor ورثناهُwe inherited it عَنِfrom الآباءthe forefathers
شرَفٌ ورثناهُ عَنِ الآباء
say: It is a great source of pride, for it is
Say it is the greatest pride for it is
an honor we inherited from our forefathers.
An honor inherited from forefathers
أَزرَتhumbled بناus الدُّنياthe world وأبقَتand preserved مَجدَناour glory
أَزرَت بنا الدُّنيا وأبقَت مَجدَنا
فشقاؤناso our suffering أَبهىmore radiant منthan النُّعماءprosperity
فشقاؤنا أَبهى من النُّعماء
The world has humbled us yet preserved our glory,
The world abandoned us but kept our glory
so our suffering shines brighter than prosperity.
So our misery is more beautiful than bounty
الزَّهرُthe flower يَزكىgrows sweeter عَرفُهُits fragrance بذُبُولهِwith its withering
الزَّهرُ يَزكى عَرفُهُ بذُبُولهِ
وكذاand likewise النفوسُsouls تصحُّgrow sound بالأدواءthrough illnesses
وكذا النفوسُ تصحُّ بالأدواء
The flower's fragrance grows sweeter as it withers,
A flower's fragrance intensifies by withering
and so souls grow sound through maladies.
And so souls grow sound through afflictions
وعلىand upon جبينكِyour brow صفرةٌa pallor جذَّابةٌalluring
وعلى جبينكِ صفرةٌ جذَّابةٌ
عَذُبَتwas sweet لقلبٍto a heart مُلجَمِbridled in الأهواءpassions
عَذُبَت لقلبٍ مُلجَمِ الأهواء
And on your brow is an alluring pallor,
You have an alluring pallor on your forehead
sweet to a heart whose passions are bridled.
That tortured a heart full of passions
هَلdo? يذكُرremember الغرباءُthe foreigners كمhow many مِنof مرَّةٍa time
هَل يذكُر الغرباءُ كم مِن مرَّةٍ
خَضعُواthey submitted لناto us فيin الغارَةِthe raid الشَّعواءferocious
خَضعُوا لنا في الغارَةِ الشَّعواء
Do the foreigners recall how many times
Do strangers recall how many times
they bowed to us in the ferocious raid,
They submitted to us in ferocious raids?
وخيولناand our horses ملءfilling البلادthe land صهيلهاtheir neighing
وخيولنا ملء البلاد صهيلها
ونعالهاand their horseshoes مخضوبةٌdyed بدماءwith blood
ونعالها مخضوبةٌ بدماء
while our horses' neighing filled the land,
Our horses filled the land with their neighing
and their horseshoes were dyed in blood,
Their shoes stained with blood
وشيوخناand our elders باكونweeping إذbecause لمdid not يَشهدواwitness
وشيوخنا باكون إذ لم يَشهدوا
ضَربَthe striking of الظّبىthe blades فيin الوقعَةِthe battle الغراءglorious
ضَربَ الظّبى في الوقعَةِ الغراء
and our elders wept because they had not witnessed
While our elders wept since they did not witness
the strokes of blades in the glorious battle?
Striking the prey in the sublime battle
أخنىbrought ruin الزمانُtime علىupon فَتاكِyour young man وطالماand how often
أخنى الزمانُ على فَتاكِ وطالما
أخنىbrought ruin علىupon الأحرارِthe free والشُّرَفاءand the honorable
أخنى على الأحرارِ والشُّرَفاء
Time has laid your young man low, and how often
Time betrayed the lethal one, and long betrayed
has it laid low the free and the honorable!
The free and honorable ones
إنif كانit has أخلقworn out بُردتيmy cloak وشَبيبَتيand my youth
إن كان أخلق بُردتي وشَبيبَتي
فالنّفسُthen the soul ذاتُendowed with تجدُّدٍrenewal وبقاءand endurance
فالنّفسُ ذاتُ تجدُّدٍ وبقاء
If it has worn out my cloak and my youth,
If it made my youth and chivalry wither
the soul yet has renewal and endurance.
The soul is of renewal and permanence
ستَهبُّwill blow أرواحwinds of الرّجاءhope فَينجليso clears
ستَهبُّ أرواح الرّجاء فَينجلي
غيمُthe cloud of الشَّقاءِmisery وتبصِرينَand you will see بهائيmy splendor
غيمُ الشَّقاءِ وتبصِرينَ بهائي
The winds of hope will blow, and then will lift
The spirits of hope will blow so
the cloud of misery, and you will see my splendor.
The cloud of misery disperses and you see my brilliance
فتَبسَّميso smile مثلَlike الكواكِبِthe stars وارقُبيand watch for
فتَبسَّمي مثلَ الكواكِبِ وارقُبي
نجماًa star إليكِtoward you رَناgazed منfrom الظّلماءthe darkness
نجماً إليكِ رَنا من الظّلماء
So smile like the stars, and watch for
Smile like the stars and watch for
a star that gazed toward you from the darkness.
A star that shone at you from the darkness
عنabout حالتيmy state لاdo not تَسألينيask me رُبَّماperhaps
عن حالتي لا تَسأليني رُبَّما
راعَتكِalarmed you منfrom قَلبيmy heart جروحُwounds of شقاءmisery
راعَتكِ من قَلبي جروحُ شقاء
Do not ask about my state; perhaps
About my state do not ask me, perhaps
my heart's wounds of misery would alarm you.
My heart's wounds will alarm you
فدَعيهِso leave it جاهلةًunaware لماof what يُدميهِmakes it bleed منof
فدَعيهِ جاهلةً لما يُدميهِ من
سرٍّa secret فشاهُdisclosed it تنفُّسُthe breathing of الصّعداءdeep sighs
سرٍّ فشاهُ تنفُّسُ الصّعداء
So leave it, unaware of what makes it bleed—a
Leave it ignorant of the secret it bleeds
secret disclosed by a deep sigh.
That the high grounds' exhalation revealed
لوif كنتُI were أرجوhoping for منfrom يَديكِyour hands شفاءَهُits healing
لو كنتُ أرجو من يَديكِ شفاءَهُ
ماnot قلتُI would have said إنّthat الموتَdeath خَيرُthe best دواءcure
ما قلتُ إنّ الموتَ خَيرُ دواء
If I hoped for its healing from your hands,
If I hoped your hand would heal it
I would not have said that death is the best cure.
I'd say death is the best medicine
قسماًI swear بثَغركِby your lips إنَّindeed حبَّكِyour love شاغلٌoccupying
قسماً بثَغركِ إنَّ حبَّكِ شاغلٌ
إياهُit يومَيon the two days of راحةٍrest ورخاءand ease
إياهُ يومَي راحةٍ ورخاء
I swear by your lips: your love engrosses
I swear by your lips, your love preoccupies it
it on the two days of rest and ease.
In days of tranquility and luxury
وإذاand when دَعاcalls الوطنُthe homeland المقدَّسُsacred لمnot أكنI was
وإذا دَعا الوطنُ المقدَّسُ لم أكن
إِلاexcept لأطلُبَto seek فيin القِتالِbattle شَفائيmy healing
إِلا لأطلُبَ في القِتالِ شَفائي
And when the sacred homeland calls, I will do nothing
And if the sacred homeland calls I will only
but seek my healing in battle.
Seek through battle my remedy
الحبُّlove فوقَabove المجدِglory لاnot الشَّرفُhonor الذيthat
الحبُّ فوقَ المجدِ لا الشَّرفُ الذي
كالوردِlike roses عطَّرَperfumed بُردَتيmy cloak ورِدائيand my mantle
كالوردِ عطَّرَ بُردَتي ورِدائي
Love is above glory, but not the honor that
Love above glory, not the honor that
has perfumed my cloak and mantle like roses.
Perfumed my mantle and gown like a rose
أوor لاnot يَسرُّكِdelights you أنthat يُزَيِّنَadorns جبهتيmy brow
أو لا يَسرُّكِ أن يُزَيِّنَ جبهتي
إكليلُa wreath of غارٍlaurel بعدَafter حُسنِthe excellence of بلائيmy battle deeds
إكليلُ غارٍ بعدَ حُسنِ بلائي
Or does it not please you that my brow be adorned
Or would you not like my forehead adorned
with a laurel wreath after my valiant deeds?
With a wreath of battles after my ordeal's beauty?
ولعُthe passion of الملاحةِbeauty بالشّجاعةِfor courage مثلُهُits equal
ولعُ الملاحةِ بالشّجاعةِ مثلُهُ
وَلعيmy passion بعَينِكfor your eye هذهِthis النَّجلاءwide
وَلعي بعَينِك هذهِ النَّجلاء
Beauty's passion for courage is matched by
Passion for valor is like my passion
my passion for this wide eye of yours.
For your eyes, O radiant one
وَيَزيدنيand increases in me ولعاًpassion بهاfor it تَذكيرُهاits reminder of
وَيَزيدني ولعاً بها تَذكيرُها
وَطَنيmy homeland وشمسَand the sun of صُبوَّتيmy boyhood وسمائيand my sky
وَطَني وشمسَ صُبوَّتي وسمائي
And my passion for it grows as it reminds me of
And the memory of my homeland and the sun of my youth
my homeland, the sun of my boyhood, and my sky.
Increases my passion for them
وطنٌa homeland لدىat ذكراهُits memory أبكيI weep يائساًdespairing
وطنٌ لدى ذكراهُ أبكي يائساً
مِنof عودةٍa return ويَديand my hand علىupon أحشائيmy entrails
مِن عودةٍ ويَدي على أحشائي
A homeland at whose memory I weep, despairing
A homeland whose memories make me weep desperately
of returning, my hand upon my belly.
For a return, my hand on my stomach
وأحبُّand I wish أنto أقضيdie إليهِtoward it محوِّلاًturning
وأحبُّ أن أقضي إليهِ محوِّلاً
وَجهيmy face ففيfor in أرضِthe land of الشآمِal-Sham رجائيmy hope
وَجهي ففي أرضِ الشآمِ رجائي
And I wish to die, turning toward it
I'd rather head to it transformed
my face, for my hope lies in the land of al-Sham.
With my face turned for Syria is my hope
العينُthe eye تحملُcarries شمسَهُits sun وسماءَهُand its sky
العينُ تحملُ شمسَهُ وسماءَهُ
والصّدرُand the breast يحملُcarries منهُfrom it طيبَthe sweetness of هواءair
والصّدرُ يحملُ منهُ طيبَ هواء
The eye carries its sun and sky,
The eye carries its sun and sky
and the breast carries the sweetness of its air.
While the heart carries its beautiful air
إنيindeed I رَغِبتُturned away عَنِfrom الإقامةِstaying عزَّةًout of pride
إني رَغِبتُ عَنِ الإقامةِ عزَّةً
وأعزُّand the dearest شيءٍthing ماwhat ترَكتُI left وَرائيbehind me
وأعزُّ شيءٍ ما ترَكتُ وَرائي
Indeed, I refused to stay, out of pride,
I craved leaving out of dignity
yet the dearest thing is what I left behind.
And the dearest thing is what I left behind
فاحمِلso carry إلىto لبنانَLebanon ياO نفَسَbreath of الصَّباthe east wind
فاحمِل إلى لبنانَ يا نفَسَ الصَّبا
زَفراتِthe sighs of منone whom أضناهُexhausted him طولُthe length of ثناءpraise
زَفراتِ من أضناهُ طولُ ثناء
So carry to Lebanon, O breath of the east wind,
So carry my sighs, O morning breeze, to Lebanon
the sighs of one exhausted by prolonged praise.
Of one distressed by prolonged lament
فَلكمfor how often صَبَوتُI yearned إلىfor حفيفِthe rustling of صنوبرٍpines
فَلكم صَبَوتُ إلى حفيفِ صنوبرٍ
وهديرِand the roar of نهرٍa river حيثُwhere كانwas هنائيmy happiness
وهديرِ نهرٍ حيثُ كان هنائي
For how often I have longed for the rustling of pines
How I yearned for the rustling pine's murmur
and a river's roar, where my happiness once lay!
And the stream's clamor where my tranquility was
وعلىand upon رُبىthe hills of بيروتَBeirut ألفُa thousand تحيَّةًgreetings
وعلى رُبى بيروتَ ألفُ تحيَّةً
فُهناكَfor there أذكُرُI remember وَقفَتيmy standing وبُكائيand my weeping
فُهناكَ أذكُرُ وَقفَتي وبُكائي
And upon the hills of Beirut, a thousand greetings;
A thousand greetings to Beirut's hill
for there I recall my standing and my weeping.
Where I recall my standing and crying
وعلىand upon دِمَشقَDamascus ونهرِهاand its river وجِنانِهاand its gardens
وعلى دِمَشقَ ونهرِها وجِنانِها
وعلىand upon حِمىthe sanctuary of العربيَّةِArabness العَرباءpure
وعلى حِمى العربيَّةِ العَرباء
And upon Damascus, its river and its gardens,
And to Damascus, its river and gardens
and upon the sanctuary of pure Arabness.
And protector of the honorable Arabic spirit
وإلىand to فرنساFrance احمِلcarry شكاوىthe grievances of أُمَّتيmy nation
وإلى فرنسا احمِل شكاوى أُمَّتي
فنفوسُناfor our souls يَئستhave despaired منfrom البرحاءgrievous suffering
فنفوسُنا يَئست من البرحاء
And to France carry the grievances of my nation,
To France carry my nation's complaints
for our souls have lost hope under grievous suffering.
For our souls despaired of relief
وقلوبُناand our hearts كعيونِناlike our eyes شَخَصَتgazed fixedly إلىtoward
وقلوبُنا كعيونِنا شَخَصَت إلى
باريسَParis تِلكَthat النجمةِthe star الزَّهراءradiant
باريسَ تِلكَ النجمةِ الزَّهراء
And our hearts, like our eyes, are fixed upon
Our hearts peered to Paris
Paris, that radiant star.
That radiant star
Sol 6.1