تِلكَ أَوطاني وَهذا رَسمُها
في سُوَيداءِ فُؤادي مُحتَفَرْ
Those are my homelands, and this is its symbol,
Engraved in the blank page of my heart.
يَتَراءى لي عَلى بَهجَتِها
حَيثُما قَلَّبتَ في الكَونِ النَظَرْ
It appears before me in all its splendor,
Wherever I turn my gaze in the universe.
في ضِياءِ الشَمسِ في نورِ القَمَر
في النَسيمِ العَذبِ في ثَغرِ الزَهَرْ
In the light of the sun, in the glow of the moon,
In the soft breeze, in the smile of the flowers.
في خَريرِ الجَدوَلِ الصافي وَفي
صَخَبِ النَهرِ وَأَمواجِ البَحَرْ
In the murmur of the limpid stream, and in
The clamor of the river and the waves of the sea.
في هَتونِ الدَمعِ مِن هَولِ النَوى
في لَهيبِ الشَوقِ في قَلبي اِستَعَرْ
In the downpour of tears for the agony of longing,
In the flame of yearning, burning in my heart.
دِقَّةُ الناقوسِ مَعنى لِاِسمِها
وَاِسمُها مِلءَ تَسابيح السّحَرْ
The ringing of bells bears meaning to its name,
And its name fills the praises of dawn.
فِكرَةٌ قَد خالَطَت كُلَّ الفِكَر
صورَةٌ قَد مازَجَت كُلًّ الصُوَرْ
An idea that blended with every thought,
An image fused with each and every picture.
هِيَ في دُنيايَ سِرٌّ مِثلَما
قَد غَدا اِسمُ اللَهِ سِرّاً في السُوَرْ
It is in my life a secret, just as
The name of God has become secret in the surahs.
يا بِلادي يا مُنى قَلبيَ إِن
تَسلَمي لي أَنتِ فَالدُنيا هَدَرْ
My country, O wish of my heart, if
You are safe for me, then life is but ruin.
لا أَرى الجَنَّةَ إِن أُدخِلتُها
وَهيَ خُلوٌ مِنكَ إِلّا كَسقَرْ
I will not see Paradise, if admitted in it,
While empty of you, except as Hell.
مُنيَتي في غُربَتي قَبلَ الرَدى
أَن أُمَلّي مِن مَجاليكَ البَصَرْ
My death before demise is, ere I turn blind,
To feast my eyes on your plains no more.
ظَمِئَت نَفسي لِمَغناكِ فَهَل
يُطفىءُ الحَرقَةَ بِالفُؤادِ القَدَرْ
My soul thirsts for your songs, so will
This burning in my heart be quenched by fate?
فَيُصلّي القَلبُ في كَعبَتِهِ
وَتَضُمُّ الروحُ قُدسِيَّ الحَجَرْ
Thus the heart prays in its sanctuary,
The soul embraces the Sacred Stone.
وَتَمرِّينَ بَيمَناكِ عَلى
جَسَدٍ أَضناهُ في البُعدِ السَهَرْ
You pass by me in my dreams, upon
A body emaciated by sleepless nights.
وَيُغَنّي الطَيرُ في أَشجارِهِ
نَغَماً يُرقِصُ أَعطافَ الشَجَرْ
And the birds sing in its trees,
A melody that sways the boughs.
خَبَرٌ تَنقُلُهُ ريحُ الصِبا
وَيُذيعُ الزَهرُ أَنسامَ الخَبَر
News carried by the morning breeze,
Flowers spreading the fragrance of the tale.
وَيُلاقي كُلُّ إِلفٍ إِلفَهُ
وَيَلُمّانِ الشَتيتَ المُنتَثِرْ
Each longing soul meets its longing,
And the scattered are joined together.
يا بِلادي أَرشِفيني قَطرَةً
كُلُّ ماءٍ غَيرَ ما فيكَ كَدَرْ
My country, allow me to be a drop
Of any water, save what in you is bitter.
لَيتَ مِن ذاكَ الثَرى لي حَفنَةٌ
أَتَمَلّى مِن شَذا التُربِ العَطِرْ
Would that I had a handful of that soil,
To savor the scent of its exquisite dust.
