رُبَّ بَيتٍ كَأَنَّهُ مَتنُ سَهمٍ

سَوفَ نَأتيهِ مِن قُرى بَيروتِ

Many a house is like the shaft of an arrow

We shall come to it from the villages of Beirut

مِن بِلادٍ لَيسَت لَنا بِبِلادٍ

كُلَّما جِئتُ نَحوَها حُيّيتِ

From lands that are not our lands

Whenever I came towards it I was greeted

أُمَّ سَلّامِ لا بَرِحتِ بِخَيرٍ

ثُمَّ لا زِلتِ جَنَّتي ما حَييتِ

O mother of Salaam, you have not ceased being well

Then you have not ceased being my paradise as long as I lived

طَرَباً نَحوَكُم وَشَوقاً وَتوقاً

لادِّكاريكُمُ وَطيبِ المَبيتِ

Yearning and longing and craving towards you

Remembering you and the goodness of the night's rest

حَيثُما كُنتُ مِن بِلادٍ وَسِرتُم

فَوقاكِ الإِلهُ ما قَد خَشيتِ

Wherever I was from lands and you traveled

May God protect you from what you feared