اللَهُ أَكبر هَذا مُنتَهى الشَرَفِ
فَأَجني المُنى يا رَبي لُبنانَ وَاِقتَطِفي
God is greatest—this is honor’s utmost height.
So reap your hopes, O hills of Lebanon, and gather them!
طافَ السُرورُ عَلى الأَحياءِ فَاِبتَهجي
وَالرَغدُ فاضَ عَلى الأَرجاءِ فَاِرتَشِفي
Joy has swept among the living—so rejoice!
And ease has overflowed through every quarter—so drink your fill!
مَولاكِ كافاهُ مَولى الكَون سَيّدنا
بِتُحفَةٍ هِيَ كانَت أَعظَم التُحَفِ
Our master, the Lord of creation, rewarded your sovereign
with a precious gift—the greatest of gifts.
وَهَل تَكافينَ إِحساناً لِرافَتِهِ
عَلَيكِ إِلّا بِشُكرٍ غَير مُنصَرِفِ
Can you repay a kindness born of his compassion
toward you, except with gratitude that never turns away?
وَأَنتَ يا أَيُّها الشَعبُ الأَمين لَقَد
أَحياكَ داودُ بِالإِسعادِ فَاغتَرفِ
And you, O faithful people—indeed,
Dawud revived you with happiness, so drink your fill.
والاكَ وَاليكَ بِالإِصلاح مُجتَهِداً
فَوالِهِ بِمَزيدِ الحُبِّ وَالشَغَفِ
Your governor was loyal to you, striving diligently for reform;
so be loyal to him, with still greater love and ardor.
مُشيرُ مَجدٍ إِلى الإِحسان مُنَعَطِفٌ
لِنَصرَة الحَقِّ يَسعى غَيرَ مُنعَطِفِ
A glorious mushir, inclined toward beneficence,
he strives to champion right, never turning aside.
تَحلو لَنا كَلِماتُ الحُلمِ مِن فَمِهِ
كِالدُرِّ يَخرُج مَنثوراً مِن الصَدِفِ
Words of forbearance from his mouth are sweet to us,
like pearls emerging scattered from their shells.
أَضحى السَلام نَزيلاً في وَلايَتِهِ
وَالأَمنُ مِن طَرفِ يَسري إِلى طَرفِ
Peace has become a guest within his province,
and security travels from end to end.
أَحيي بِحكمَتِهِ الغَرا البِلاد كَما
بِعَدلِهِ سارَ فيها غَيرَ مُعتَسِفِ
Through his radiant wisdom he revived the land, just as
through his justice he governed it, never tyrannically.
قَد قَدَّ بِالسَيفِ متنَ المُعتَدين كَما
قَد قامَ يُرهب في جَيشٍ مِن الصُحُفِ
Indeed, with the sword he cleft the aggressors’ backs, just as
he arose, striking fear into an army of newspapers.
فَتابَ كُل عَتيٍّ وَهُوَ مُرتَجِفٌ
وَطابَ كُلُّ بَريٍّ غَيرَ مُرتَجِفِ
Thus every insolent rebel repented, trembling,
while every innocent person prospered, no longer afraid.
يا أَيُّها السَيد العالي الَّذي فُتِحَت
لَهُ المَعالي كَميدانٍ فَلَم يَقِفِ
O exalted lord, before whom there opened
the heights of glory like a field—and who never halted;
نَراكَ بَحرَ عُلومٍ قاذِفاً دُرراً
وَبَدرَ فَضلٍ مُنيراً غَير مُنخَسِفِ
we see you as a sea of learning, casting forth pearls,
and as a full moon of virtue, radiant and never eclipsed.
أَنتَ الطَبيبُ الَّذي مِن فَيض حكمَتِهِ
قَد طابَ لُبنان مَنقوذاً مِن التَلَفِ
You are the physician from the bounty of whose wisdom
Lebanon has recovered, rescued from ruin.
ما زِلتَ بِالرفق تَشفي الداءَ مُندَفِعاً
دونَ اِنزِعاجٍ فَتَحيي مُهجَةَ الدَنفِ
You have continued gently healing the malady, pressing onward,
without agitation, thus reviving the wasting sufferer’s soul.
لَكنَّ قَوماً طَغوا جوراً عَلى عَجَلٍ
فَكُنتَ أَعجَل مِن سَهمٍ إِلى هَدَفِ
But some men swiftly transgressed in injustice,
and you were swifter than an arrow to its mark.
بادَرتُهُم وَحُسامُ الحَقِّ مُشتَهِرٌ
فَكانَ حَزمُكَ فيهُم خَيرَ مُنتَصِفِ
You swiftly confronted them, the sword of right unsheathed;
and your resolve against them proved the finest vindicator.
وَكُلُّ أَعمالِكَ الغَراءِ غايَتُها
بَلُّ الصَدى وَشِفاءُ الأَعيُن الذُرفِ
All your radiant deeds have as their aim
the slaking of thirst and the healing of tear-streaming eyes.
أَنعَشَتَ لُبنان مِن بَعدِ المُصاب كَما
أَنسيتَهُ اليَومَ عَصر الجور وَالجَنفِ
You revived Lebanon after calamity; likewise,
today you made it forget the age of oppression and injustice.
فَتاهَ بِالعزِّ لا يَلوي عَلى سَلفٍ
وَفقتَ بِالفَضل تَغنيهِ عَن الخَلَفِ
So it exulted in glory, paying no heed to any predecessor;
and through merit you succeeded so well that it needs no successors.
لِذا أَتاكَ وسامُ المَجدِ مُرتَكِضاً
وَخَلفَهُ لاحِقاتٌ بِالحُقوقِ تَفي
Therefore glory’s medal came galloping to you,
with further honors following behind it, rendering every rightful due.
فَقالَ لَما أَضا نوراً مُؤرخهُ
قَد زَيَّنَ البَدرَ نجمُ المَجدِ في الشَرَفِ
And when it shone radiantly, its chronogrammatist said:
“The full moon has adorned glory’s star with honor.”
Sol 5.6