سَقَت بلدي أيديكم وتعطَّفت

سَقَت بلدي أيديكم وتعطَّفت

عليه بكم بِيضُ الغَمَامِ وسُودُه

عليه بكم بِيضُ الغَمَامِ وسُودُه

Your hands watered my homeland, and tenderly bent

My country prospered by your hands, and was moved

Over it, through you, the clouds, white and black.

By you, through clouds of joy and grief alike,

وَملّيتُم عيشاً يروق لميسُه

وَملّيتُم عيشاً يروق لميسُه

ويحسُن في عينِ الزَّمان جديدهُ

ويحسُن في عينِ الزَّمان جديدهُ

And may you long enjoy a life whose softness delights,

You brought a life so sweet and finely wrought

And whose freshness looks fair in the eye of Time.

As to seem fair in the eyes of this young age.

حلا في فمي ذكراكم فتألَّقت

حلا في فمي ذكراكم فتألَّقت

محاسنُ شِعرِ فيه يحلو نَشيدهُ

محاسنُ شِعرِ فيه يحلو نَشيدهُ

Remembrance of you grew sweet in my mouth, and so shone

Your memory’s still delicious in my mouth,

The beauties of verse whose chanting is sweet there.

The charms of verse wherein a beauty lies,

وأُقسِمُ إنّي إن تأَخَّرتُ عنكم

وأُقسِمُ إنّي إن تأَخَّرتُ عنكم

لقد خانَني رأى وخانَ رشيدُه

لقد خانَني رأى وخانَ رشيدُه

And I swear that, if I have stayed away from you,

And truly, if I’ve tarried from your side,

Surely judgment has betrayed me, and its sound counsel too.

‘Tis but my sight and wisdom have betrayed me.

فلو أَنَّي أرَّختُ عمري افتتحتُهُ

فلو أَنَّي أرَّختُ عمري افتتحتُهُ

بيومٍ تجلّى عنكم فيه عِيدهُ

بيومٍ تجلّى عنكم فيه عِيدهُ

So, were I to chronicle my life, I would begin it

For if I dated life’s first dawn, ‘twould be

With a day when its festival shone forth from you.

The day your feast day shone before my eyes.