غيطانُنا قَد جَوشَنَت

غُدرانَها كَفُّ النَسيمِ

Our valleys have overflowed

Their treachery is like the breeze's palm

وَسَماؤُنا في خِلعَةٍ

دَكناءَ مِن خَزِّ الغُيومِ

And our sky is in a dark gown

Of the clouds' velvet

فَاِجلُ الَّتي تُنمى إِذا اِن

تَسَبَت إِلى كَرمٍ كَريمِ

So hurry up before

You slip into a generous vineyard

فَالعَيسُ مُذ اَثرى الثَرى

قَد غاصَ في نِعَمِ النَعيمِ

For the living one since he enriched the soil

Has indulged in the bliss of paradise