بينَ صفوُ الزمانِ عن كدَره
في ضَحكاتِ الربيعِ عن زَهرِه
Between the purity of time and its turbidity
In the smiles of spring over its flowers
يا سُرَّ من را بُوركتِ من بلدٍ
بُوركَ في نبتهِ وفي شَجرِه
O secret of the one who was blessed from a country
Blessed in its plants and in its trees
غَرسُ جدودِ الأنامِ يُنبتهُ
يابَكُ والمازَيارُ من ثمَرِه
The planting of the ancestors of mankind grows it
The fig and apricot from its fruits
فالفتحُ والنصرُ ينزلانِ بهِ
والخِصبُ في تربهِ وفي شَجرِه
So victory and triumph descend upon it
And fertility in its soil and in its trees