1. The pious need no cloak or tent
A maiden wipes the tear of the wretched

2. The radiant freedom treated you kindly
In your ordeal, like a mother treats her children

3. So raise your forehead with pride and look
At the waves of the sea and the blue stars

4. Thus the hopes of nations surged
And their hearts opened to the light of hope

5. Open your arms to love, for it
Visited you in sorrows and calamities

6. Many times her palms dressed wounds
How beautiful is kindness from the lovely one

7. And I say to those whose hearts she divided
With animosity against her wretched brothers

8. And over our homes her tears flowed
When she remembered the distant bliss

9. O Mai, do not cry over your men, for they
Are honorable in good and bad times

10. They have hearts that are not frightened by havoc
If a homeland calls them to turmoil

11. And they have souls, O pretty one, that never
Lost dignity in poverty and wretchedness

12. And perhaps time will turn with its people
So a storm comes from the desert

13. And awakens in them a forgotten resolve
For the sea is feared after a long calm

14. Their days of glory make them yearn
Remaining for them among the holiest things

15. They use it as pretext until they gain
Control over the hordes of darkness and tyranny

16. Perhaps one day you smile at them when
You see them make the enemies suffer

17. If asked about those who fell
As martyrs for a homeland and banner

18. Say proudly that they are
My young men, protectors of my tents

19. And when spring covers the hills of our land
With a gown of grass and flowers

20. Greet their graves with flowers and mourn
The flower of youth met by death

21. For if you pass by the earth you will lighten it
And clothe the soil of martyrs with vitality

22. And when you turn to the stars and some of them
Are covered by the black cloud's wings

23. And the wind moans amid the folds of darkness
With the wave clamoring at the harbor

24. Say our unity is torn and our hearts
Yearn for our distant youth

25. Will my brothers and loved ones ever return
For through them is consolation for our land and me

26. And if enemies taunt you about an
Arabic lineage with pure water

27. Say it is the greatest pride for it is
An honor inherited from forefathers

28. The world abandoned us but kept our glory
So our misery is more beautiful than bounty

29. A flower's fragrance intensifies by withering
And so souls grow sound through afflictions

30. You have an alluring pallor on your forehead
That tortured a heart full of passions

31. Do strangers recall how many times
They submitted to us in ferocious raids?

32. Our horses filled the land with their neighing
Their shoes stained with blood

33. While our elders wept since they did not witness
Striking the prey in the sublime battle

34. Time betrayed the lethal one, and long betrayed
The free and honorable ones

35. If it made my youth and chivalry wither
The soul is of renewal and permanence

36. The spirits of hope will blow so
The cloud of misery disperses and you see my brilliance

37. Smile like the stars and watch for
A star that shone at you from the darkness

38. About my state do not ask me, perhaps
My heart's wounds will alarm you

39. Leave it ignorant of the secret it bleeds
That the high grounds' exhalation revealed

40. If I hoped your hand would heal it
I'd say death is the best medicine

41. I swear by your lips, your love preoccupies it
In days of tranquility and luxury

42. And if the sacred homeland calls I will only
Seek through battle my remedy

43. Love above glory, not the honor that
Perfumed my mantle and gown like a rose

44. Or would you not like my forehead adorned
With a wreath of battles after my ordeal's beauty?

45. Passion for valor is like my passion
For your eyes, O radiant one

46. And the memory of my homeland and the sun of my youth
Increases my passion for them

47. A homeland whose memories make me weep desperately
For a return, my hand on my stomach

48. I'd rather head to it transformed
With my face turned for Syria is my hope

49. The eye carries its sun and sky
While the heart carries its beautiful air

50. I craved leaving out of dignity
And the dearest thing is what I left behind

51. So carry my sighs, O morning breeze, to Lebanon
Of one distressed by prolonged lament

52. How I yearned for the rustling pine's murmur
And the stream's clamor where my tranquility was

53. A thousand greetings to Beirut's hill
Where I recall my standing and crying

54. And to Damascus, its river and gardens
And protector of the honorable Arabic spirit

55. To France carry my nation's complaints
For our souls despaired of relief

56. Our hearts peered to Paris
That radiant star