صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

The voice of beautiful Syria

The voice of beautiful Syria,

Is your sweet, mellow voice,

Your sweet, melodious voice,

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

Laughing like a leafy grove,

Laughing like a lush garden,

Playing like the breeze.

Playful like the breeze.

يا أَخا الوَرقاءِ غَنِّ

يا أَخا الوَرقاءِ غَنِّ

فَالغِنا شِعرُ السَماء

فَالغِنا شِعرُ السَماء

O brother of the dove, sing!

O brother of the dove, sing!

For song is heaven's poetry.

For singing is the poetry of the heavens;

فَهوَ في الغُصنِ تَثَنِّ

فَهوَ في الغُصنِ تَثَنِّ

وَهوَ في النَجمِ بَهاء

وَهوَ في النَجمِ بَهاء

For in the bough it is swaying,

It is a swaying in the branch,

And in the star it is radiance.

And it is splendor in the star.

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ ارَخيم

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ ارَخيم

The voice of beautiful Syria

The voice of beautiful Syria,

Is your sweet, mellow voice,

Your sweet, melodious voice,

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

Laughing like a leafy grove,

Laughing like a lush garden,

Playing like the breeze.

Playful like the breeze.

غَنِّنا حَتّى نَميلا

غَنِّنا حَتّى نَميلا

مِثلَ أَغصانِ الأَراك

مِثلَ أَغصانِ الأَراك

Sing to us until we sway

Sing to us until we sway,

Like the branches of the arak tree.

Like the branches of the Arak tree;

كَم بِنا صَباً عَليلا

كَم بِنا صَباً عَليلا

لا يُداويهِ سِواك

لا يُداويهِ سِواك

How many ailing lovers are among us,

How many among us are love-sick sufferers,

Whom none but you can heal.

Whom none can heal but you.

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

The voice of beautiful Syria

The voice of beautiful Syria,

Is your sweet, mellow voice,

Your sweet, melodious voice,

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

Laughing like a leafy grove,

Laughing like a lush garden,

Playing like the breeze.

Playful like the breeze.

أَيُّها المَحزونُ هَيّا

أَيُّها المَحزونُ هَيّا

وَاِسمَعِ اليَومَ الكَنار

وَاِسمَعِ اليَومَ الكَنار

O sorrowful one, come,

O sorrowful one, come forth,

And listen today to the canary,

And listen today to the canary,

ساجِعاً سَجعاً شَجِيّا

ساجِعاً سَجعاً شَجِيّا

ذاكِراً تِلكَ الدِيار

ذاكِراً تِلكَ الدِيار

Warbling a plaintive song,

Warbling a soulful, rhythmic tune,

Remembering those lands.

Reminiscing of those homelands.

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

The voice of beautiful Syria

The voice of beautiful Syria,

Is your sweet, mellow voice,

Your sweet, melodious voice,

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

Laughing like a leafy grove,

Laughing like a lush garden,

Playing like the breeze.

Playful like the breeze.

لَيتَنا كُنّا طُيوراً

لَيتَنا كُنّا طُيوراً

حَولَ عَينٍ أَو غَدير

حَولَ عَينٍ أَو غَدير

If only we were birds

Would that we were birds,

Around a spring or a pool,

Around a spring or a stream,

نَرشُفُ الماءَ نَميراً

نَرشُفُ الماءَ نَميراً

نَلقُطُ الحَبَّ النَثير

نَلقُطُ الحَبَّ النَثير

Sipping the sweet water,

Sipping the pure, fresh water,

Picking up the scattered grain.

Picking up the scattered grain.

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

The voice of beautiful Syria

The voice of beautiful Syria,

Is your sweet, mellow voice,

Your sweet, melodious voice,

ضاحِكٌ مِثلَ الخَميلَه

ضاحِكٌ مِثلَ الخَميلَه

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

Laughing like a leafy grove,

Laughing like a lush garden,

Playing like the breeze.

Playful like the breeze.

مَوطِنٌ نَهوى سُهولَه

مَوطِنٌ نَهوى سُهولَه

مِثلَما نَهوى رُباه

مِثلَما نَهوى رُباه

A homeland whose plains we love,

A homeland whose plains we love,

Just as we love its hills.

Just as we love its hills;

الصِبا فيهِ عَليلَه

الصِبا فيهِ عَليلَه

تَتَداوى بِنَداه

تَتَداوى بِنَداه

The east wind there is ailing,

The zephyr winds there are soft and languid,

Seeking healing in its dew.

Healing themselves with its dew.

كَم بَدا البَدرُ ضَحوكا

كَم بَدا البَدرُ ضَحوكا

راقِصاً فَوقَ الكُروم

راقِصاً فَوقَ الكُروم

How often the full moon appeared smiling,

How often the full moon appeared laughing,

Dancing above the vineyards,

Dancing above the vineyards,

وَاِستَوى اللَيلُ مَليكَا

وَاِستَوى اللَيلُ مَليكَا

لابِساً تاجَ النُجوم

لابِساً تاجَ النُجوم

And night became a king,

And the night ascended as a king,

Wearing a crown of stars.

Wearing a crown of stars.

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُ سورِيّا الجَميلَه

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

صَوتُكِ العَذبُ الرَخيم

The voice of beautiful Syria

The voice of beautiful Syria,

Is your sweet, mellow voice,

Your sweet, melodious voice,

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

ضاحِكٌ مِثلُ الخَميلَه

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

لاعِبٌ مِثلُ النَسيم

Laughing like a leafy grove,

Laughing like a lush garden,

Playing like the breeze.

Playful like the breeze.