1. The people's freedom between the sword and knowledge,
And the soul's strength between tears and pain.

2. And in ordeals and revolutions it was revealed to us
The excellence of men of ideas and ambitions.

3. Indeed, eminent figures are the sons of experiences in
Every age that was torn apart for their sake.

4. How excellent a nation that suffers with its revolution
Until it succeeds in what it hopes for of blessings.

5. As we see the sun radiant after the cloud,
And the earth green after the snow and blood.

6. In the desolation of night, the rays of the wandering planet
Comfort and cheer us in the darkness.

7. And in catastrophes, adorned hopes
That strengthen resolve in despair and fatigue.

8. As if they were the words of justice giving life
To the weak, or God's smiles for the remorseful.

9. The bitterness of passing hardship guides souls,
As the bitterness of medicine cures illness.

10. Indeed, bitterness in both cases is beneficial
For body and soul, so let us drink it without blaming.

11. The dearest thing to my soul that emerged
From splendor, dew, thunder and zeal,

12. Is to open the heart of a wretched soul to bliss,
As a flower opens to light and breeze.

13. And to breathe into the heart of a dormant nation
Until it rises to the heights and greatness.

14. O people of Lebanon, o people I glorify,
O fountain of reason, reform and generosity.

15. O people of Lebanon, o offspring of the sublime who
Struck with might at Mishrifah the bold enemy.

16. O people of Lebanon, o offspring of the sublime who raged
And made the sun rise from their white swords.

17. O people of Lebanon, o offspring of the sublime who resisted
Like hawks on the heights of their mountains.

18. O people of Lebanon, o offspring of the sublime who were known
For their knights and their might in battle.

19. O people of Lebanon, o offspring of the sublime who fell
Upon victory wreaths in their wars.

20. Why don't you rush to the heights, following
Their tracks, taking revenge one day for their sake?

21. Don't you know, and in the cedars is a lesson,
That wolves now graze upon them like sheep?

22. You were irrigated with pure blood from them
And today the remnants are watered with their tears.

23. So it cries over them at night
While we are defeated after the defeated.

24. Some of us cry for the others without hope
And that is our allotted fate since old.

25. For our nation is no mother that gathers us
And our brethren in it have no kinship.

26. If we stand and without fear make heard
Our roar, hear their screams of despair.

27. Stand, o sons of the motherland, let our Lord hear an oath
Upon the graves, perhaps there is good in the oath.

28. Perhaps the memory of ancestors will guide us
If their great bones are in my thoughts.

29. In God's trust are sacred corpses
In which the ancestors lie in their armor.

30. Their chests were embraced by that armor though
It was too tight for their hearts.

31. While we strut in our clothes of humiliation
They sleep in their shrouds of glory.

32. Verily, the palaces whose building we undertake
Are lowly compared to one of their graves.

33. Would that their graves burst open radiantly
That they may show us some glow from their darkness.

34. O day of the sixth of September that tortured
Its memory, are you but a smiling mouth?

35. You saved us from the shackles of oppressors though
We tasted humiliation and affliction from their swords.

36. How priceless you were, o day of salvation, but we
Did not know your status below all people.

37. How excellent if the brethren had known or recalled
That salvation came to them after their slaughter.

38. Greetings to you, greetings from a day to our nation
Inscribed in history in letters of fire.

39. For you are bitter and sweet in souls together,
So the dearest food may bring about indigestion.

40. How you have passed by us while the people slept
As if they will never awaken from their slumber!

41. How I called and reminded our brethren
But they did not like a cure for their wounds.

42. No prayer of yours echoed in an ear
Nor did a good mention of you cross a mouth.

43. You knocked on their doors to bid peace but they did not
Return the greeting nor cheer their guest.

44. After this, do we still expect any good
From you for them or look for a star in their sky?

45. How we have exhorted but the mockers said of us
These hearts are like unlit ice.

46. By God, how many lessons and advice are in you
For a living nation walking with nations!

47. But how few you are in reminding and benefit
To a nation afflicted with barrenness and canker!

48. It has long seen in its afflictions moral lessons
While its heart is closed to preaching and wisdom.

49. O daughter of Lebanon, o daughter of the free women, o
Daughter of the noble and sister of the virtuous.

50. You are the one ransomed if a calamity from
Brothers befalls you, all heroes clashing.

51. And people out of extreme admiration cry
These are the stalwarts, spears of their ancestors!

52. And they ride to glory their racers
Those racers that are not tethered except for them.

53. And they resemble, gathered in their assembly,
Pearls of a necklace adorning their sister's neck.

54. You are ransomed by the youth of our nation,
Youth of sincerity and resolve in their struggle,

55. Defiant in defense of their principles,
Mocking their afflictions and death,

56. Igniting a flame of their passions
And showing a glow from their intelligence,

57. Flapping pages from their record
And trumpeting a call from their clamor.

58. Whether alive, expect from their determination
A delayed matter due to their dispersed state.

59. And if dead, say would they had lived forever
And mourn flowering youths of their youth.

60. Stand on the shore watered by their blood,
Their tears, and watch for the days of their return.

61. Stand there atop the sand crying
And pluck their fragrance from their fields.

62. Remind them of the most beautiful of days
So that remembrance may strengthen their resolve.

63. Sigh like a bird whose chicks departed,
A sigh met by angels with melody.

64. And return it, perhaps God may have mercy on us
For the wound, o Hind, is a wound beyond mending.

65. And the calamity, by God, is beyond our capacity,
Our tears therein undisclosed tears.

66. If you see the stars of night rising
Over the plains, valleys and dunes,

67. Say there, beloveds distressed
By the memory of a land they distanced for its vastness.

68. The clouds bid farewell to a country that you are its joy
And the least ugly thing in it is beautiful in their eyes.

69. They cast over it in its misery a cloak
Could any feeling be more painful than theirs?

70. Yearning for those lands forever, yet only
Seeing cages of captivity in them.

71. Take my tears and poems, for how much scattered
And composed mention is between them.

72. Take my feelings, take my heart, take with it
The sincerity of affection, for nothing but truth lasts.

73. Take my hope, take my ardor, take my torment
Take my weeping for my people and their condition.

74. In it is the valley's murmur, the breeze's melody,
The spring's fragrance, the night's dew.

75. In it is their passion, their memory and their ordeal,
In it hope and glory from their awakening.

76. It is they, the beloveds, whether far or near
So cry over them and melt from their absence.

77. They endured, and their endless misery
Perhaps made them ungrateful to their Lord.

78. The best hearts are in their breasts
And the most sincere tears flow from their eyes.

79. For angels is the kindness of their features
And for gazelles the radiance of their generosity.

80. Greet virtuous women who carried for us
The light of hope unveiling the darkness of anxieties.

81. They are planets in the night of absence, so let them not
Weary of good and benevolence from joys.

82. Embrace here the faithful sisters
Like doves taking refuge in the sanctuary.

83. Greet men who with the horrors of fate mocked
Savoring misery for their family's sake.

84. They flew like eagles and bade the rising sun,
Emboldening fledglings among their young.

85. Yearning for those lands forever, yet only
Seeing cages of captivity in them.

86. Take my tears, take my poems, for how much scattered
And composed mention is between them.

87. Take my feelings, take my heart, take with it
The sincerity of affection, for nothing but truth lasts.

88. Take my hope, take my longing, take my torment,
Take my weeping for my people and their condition.

89. In it the valley's murmur, the breeze's melody,
The spring's fragrance, the night's dew.

90. In it their passion, their memory and their ordeal,
In it, hope and glory from their awakening.

91. It is they, the beloveds, whether far or near
So cry over them and melt from their absence.

92. They endured, and their endless misery
Perhaps made them ungrateful to their Lord.

93. The best hearts are in their breasts
And the most sincere tears flow from their eyes.

94. For angels is the kindness of their features
And for gazelles the radiance of their generosity.

95. Greet virtuous women who carried for us
The light of hope unveiling the darkness of anxieties.

96. They are planets in the night of absence, so let them not
Weary of good and benevolence from joys.

97. Embrace here the faithful sisters
Like doves taking refuge in the sanctuary.

98. Greet men who with the horrors of fate mocked,
Savoring misery for their family's sake.

99. They flew like eagles and bade the rising sun,
Emboldening fledglings among their young.

100. Yearning for those lands forever, yet only
Seeing cages of captivity in them.

101. Take my tears and poems, for how much scattered
And composed mention is between them.

102. Take my feelings, take my heart, take with it
The sincerity of affection, for nothing but truth lasts.

103. Take my hope, take my longing, take my torment,
Take my weeping for my people and their condition.

104. In it the valley's murmur, the breeze's melody,
The spring's fragrance, the night's dew.

105. In it their passion, their memory and their ordeal,
In it, hope and glory from their awakening.

106. It is they, the beloveds, whether far or near
So cry over them and melt from their absence.

107. They split apart and long misery without solace
Afflicted them, and perhaps they blasphemed their Lord.

108. The best of hearts are hearts in their breasts
And the most truthful tears flow from their eyes.

109. For angels is the kindness of their traits
And for gazelles the radiance of their generosity.

110. Take my tears and poems, for how much scattered
And composed mention is between them.

111. Take my feelings, take my heart, take with it
The sincerity of affection, for nothing but truth lasts.

112. Take my hope, take my longing, take my torment,
Take my weeping for my people and their condition.

113. In it the valley's murmur, the breeze's melody,
The spring's fragrance, the night's dew.

114. In it their passion, their memory and their ordeal,
In it light of sun and star gleam.

115. It is they, the beloved ones, whether they went or stayed
So cry over them and melt from their separation.

116. They split apart and long misery without solace
Afflicted them, and perhaps they blasphemed their Lord.

117. The best of hearts are hearts in their chests
And the most truthful tears flow from their eyes.

118. For angels is the kindness of their traits
And for gazelles the radiance of their generosity.

119. Take my tears and poems, for how much scattered
And composed mention is between them.

120. Take my feelings, take my heart, take with it
The sincerity of affection, for nothing but truth lasts.

121. Take my hope, take my longing, take my torment,
Take my weeping for my people and their condition.

122. In it the valley's murmur, the breeze's melody,
The spring's fragrance, the night's dew.

123. In it their passion, their memory and their ordeal,
In it light of sun and star gleam.

124. Return them as greetings divided
Among the noble sons who were dutiful to their mother.

125. So if alive they will mix, with hope,
Tear with tear, and if dead, blood with blood.