نُحنُ أُناسٌ نَوالُنا خَضِلٌ

يَرتَعُ فيهِ الرَجاءُ وَالأَمَلُ

We are a people whose stream overflows

Where hope and aspiration graze

كُلُّ فَتىً لَيسَ في مَوَدَّتِهِ

مَذقٌ وَلا في خِلالِهِ خَلَلُ

Every youth whose affection lacks

No sweetness or flaw in his ways

لَو أَبصَرَ البَحرُ فَيضُ أَنمُلِهِ

فاضَ عَلى وَجهِ فَيضِهِ الخَجَلُ

Were the sea to see his fingers' flood

Bashfully its tide would blaze