أَنداؤُنا يَقَقٌ وَدُرُّ

وَنَباتُنا ميناً وَتِبرُ

Our call is sincere and pure

And our plants are fertile and wholesome

وَخُمورُنا لِوُجوهِها

مِن نَسجِ كَفِّ الماءِ خَمرُ

And the faces of our wines

Are woven by the palm of water, vintage

فَاِنعَم بِها في رَوضَةٍ

لِنَسيمِها طَيّق وَنَشرُ

So enjoy them in an orchard

With a gentle, spreading breeze

وَلَنا غِناءٌ في غِنىً

عَن أَن يَكونَ عَلَيهِ زَمرُ

And we have song in abundance

Independent of musicians' chorus

فَرِواءُ يَومِكَ فيهِ مِن

ساعاتِهِ يُلقٌ وَغُرُّ

Thus the water of your day in it

Of its hours is found fresh and heady