حُقولُنا سُهولُنا كُلُّها طَرب كُلُّها غِنى
الشَمسُ فيها ذَهَب وَالسَواقي مُنى
Our fields and plains are all joy, all bounty
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are bliss
إِلى الحَصاد
جَنى الجِهاد
To the harvest,
The yield of struggle,
قَلبُ البِلاد
يَحيا بِنا
The country's heart revives through us
Come, reap and sing-
هَيّا اِحصُدوا وَأَنشِدوا
الحُبُّ قَلبٌ وَيدُ
Love is heart and hand
And life is cultivation and harvest
وَالعُمرُ زَرعٌ وَجَنى
حُقولُنا سُهولُنا كُلُّها طَرب كُلُّها غِنى
Our fields and plains are all joy, all bounty
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are bliss
الشَمسُ فيها ذَهَب وَالسَواقي مُنى
جِبالُنا نُحِبُّها
We love our mountains,
These eyes are their hearts
هذي العُيونُ قَلبُها
هذي الجِنانُ خَصبُها
These gardens, their fertility,
Apples and grapes their jewelry,
حُلِيُّها التفاح وَالعِنَب
أَلحانُها الرِياح في القَصَب
Winds in the reeds their melodies
And all is ours and our sons' after us
وَكُلُّها لَنا وَلِلبَنينِ بَعدَنا
صَغيرَةٌ بَينَ الدُوَل
Small among nations
Great as hope
كَبيرَةٌ مِثلُ الأَمَل
كانَت لَنا وَلم تَزَل
Ours it was and still is
Our country, our forefathers, our sons
بِلادُنا أَجدادُنا أَولادُنا
زُلالُها تِرياق تُرابُها أَخلاق وَشَمسُها ذَهَب
Its freshness a cure, its soil ethics, its sun gold
Apples and grapes their jewelry,
حُلِيُّها التفاح وَالعِنَب
أَلحانُها الرِياح في القَصَب
Winds in the reeds their melodies
And all is ours and our sons' after us
وَكُلُّها لَنا وَلِلبَنينِ بَعدَنا
هَيّا اِحصُدوا وَأَنشِدوا
Come, reap and sing
أَلحُبُّ قَلبٌ وَيدُ
وَالعُمرُ زَرعٌ وَجَنى
Love is heart and hand
And life is cultivation and harvest
Partial English translation: 27 of 28 Arabic lines translated.