ضاءت بنورك صالة سكانها

للمكرمات عواتق ومفارقُ

Your light has illuminated a hall whose dwellers

Have shoulders and partings for honors

لا زلت يا أنطون كوكبها الذي

حلّاه بالخلق الجميل الخالق

You are still, O Anton, its star which

The Creator has adorned with good morals

من قال يا شاميُّ في تاريخها

قد فاخرت بك كل دارٍ صادق

Who said, O Levantine, in its history

That every honest house has prided itself on you