بُشراكِ بَيروت في ذا اليّومِ بُشراكِ
فَإِنَّ شَمسَ العُلى حلَّت ثريّاكِ
Good tidings, O Beirut, on this day I give you good tidings
The sun of the Most High has settled on your hills
قرِّي عُيوناً بِها فَاليّوم قَد طَلَعَت
بِالسّعدِ مالِئةً بِالنّورِ أَرجاكِ
Delight your eyes with it, for today it has risen
With good fortune, filling with light your terraces
شَمسٌ مِنَ المَجدِ بُرجُ العزِّ مَطلَعُها
فَوقَ السّماكِ عَلا أَبراجَ أَفلاكِ
It is a sun of glory, its rising place the tower of honor
Above the skies, higher than the towers of the spheres
مُذ عَنكِ سارَت إِلى عكّاءَ في شَرَفٍ
لِبُغيَةِ القَصدِ واليها وَمَولاكِ
Since it traveled from you to Acre with dignity
Seeking its purpose, and its people and protector
فَها بكِ اِتّصلَت نوراً أَشعّتها
كَأَنّها لَم تَغِب عَن بَعضِ أَنحاكِ
So it has connected itself to you with a light it radiates
As if it had not been absent from any of your sides
هاتيكِ حاكمكِ المَيمون طائِره
فَريدة العقدِ في مَنظومِ أَسلاكِ
Of the necklace, in the harmonious composition of its threads
Pillar of glory, beloved of honor with dignity
خِدن المَعالي خَليل المَجدِ في شَرَفٍ
مَن مَجد سُؤددهِ لَم يَحكِهِ حاكي
One whose conferred glory no narrator has limited
The Most High has woven from the fabric of honor
حاكَ العُلى مِن نَسيجِ العِزِّ يَحبِكُها
مَجدٌ غَدا خَير حيَّاكٍ وَحَبّاكِ
A glory that has become the best shroud and wrap
The brother of perfection, who was molded with manners
أَخو الكَمالِ الّذي قَد صيغَ مِن أَدَبٍ
بِحُسنِ قَولٍ وَفِعلٍ طيّب زاكي
With good words and pure, fruitful deeds
The lord of wisdom and intelligence, his insight
ربّ الحِجى وَالذّكا دَلَّت فطانَتُهُ
مِنَ الذّكاءِ عَلى إِتقانِ إِدراكِ
Shows from his intellect mastery of comprehension
The formidable knight that frightens with his might
الفارِس الضّيغَم الصّنديد يَرهبهُ
مِن بَأسهِ كلُّ طَعّانٍ وَفتّاكِ
Every slanderer and killer
And today he has returned from Acre with dignity
وَاليّومَ قَد عادَ مِن عكّاء في شَرَفٍ
بِمَوكِب لم يجُلْ في فِكرِ درّاكِ
With a procession the like of which no thought can encompass
Welcome to him who has come and honored Beirut
أَهلاً بِهِ جاءَ بَيروتاً وشرّفها
وَثَغرها فَرحاً أَضحى بضحّاكِ
And its smile has become, from joy, all laughs
By God may He keep him as long as earth lasts! The land laughed
وَاللَّه يُبقيهِ ما أَرضٌ لَقَد ضَحِكَت
مِن طَرف سحبِ السّما الدامِع الباكي
From the edge of the weeping, rain-filled heavenly clouds
As long as the praising of angels continues
وَدامَ بِالعِزِّ وَالعَلياء تَخدِمُهُ
ما دامَ في ذي السّما تَسبيح أَملاكِ
In the heaven, may he be served with power and supremacy
