تِلكَ أَوطاني وَهذا رَسمُها

في سُوَيداءِ فُؤادي مُحتَفَرْ

Those are my homelands, and this is their image,

Carved into the blackness of my heart.

يَتَراءى لي عَلى بَهجَتِها

حَيثُما قَلَّبتَ في الكَونِ النَظَرْ

Their beauty appears before me,

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 moon's glow,

In the soft breeze, in the lips of flowers,

في خَريرِ الجَدوَلِ الصافي وَفي

صَخَبِ النَهرِ وَأَمواجِ البَحَرْ

In the murmur of the clear stream, in

The tumult of the river and the waves of the sea,

في هَتونِ الدَمعِ مِن هَولِ النَوى

في لَهيبِ الشَوقِ في قَلبي اِستَعَرْ

In the dripping of tears, in the ardency of yearning,

In the flame of longing, burning in my heart.

دِقَّةُ الناقوسِ مَعنى لِاِسمِها

وَاِسمُها مِلءَ تَسابيح السّحَرْ

The chime of bells embodies their name,

And their name fills the praises of dawn.

فِكرَةٌ قَد خالَطَت كُلَّ الفِكَر

صورَةٌ قَد مازَجَت كُلًّ الصُوَرْ

A thought that penetrated all thought,

An image that mingled with all images.

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 a secret in the Quran.

يا بِلادي يا مُنى قَلبيَ إِن

تَسلَمي لي أَنتِ فَالدُنيا هَدَرْ

My country, my heart's desire, if

you are safe, then the world is nonsense.

لا أَرى الجَنَّةَ إِن أُدخِلتُها

وَهيَ خُلوٌ مِنكَ إِلّا كَسقَرْ

If admitted to Paradise without you,

I would see it only as Hellfire.

مُنيَتي في غُربَتي قَبلَ الرَدى

أَن أُمَلّي مِن مَجاليكَ البَصَرْ

My death before perdition,

Is to avert my eyes from your horizons.

ظَمِئَت نَفسي لِمَغناكِ فَهَل

يُطفىءُ الحَرقَةَ بِالفُؤادِ القَدَرْ

My soul thirsts for your songs, so will

this burning in my heart be quenched?

فَيُصلّي القَلبُ في كَعبَتِهِ

وَتَضُمُّ الروحُ قُدسِيَّ الحَجَرْ

Thus the heart prays in its sanctuary,

And the soul embraces the Sacred Stone,

وَتَمرِّينَ بَيمَناكِ عَلى

جَسَدٍ أَضناهُ في البُعدِ السَهَرْ

And you let me pass through your right side,

Upon a body worn by separation's vigil.

وَيُغَنّي الطَيرُ في أَشجارِهِ

نَغَماً يُرقِصُ أَعطافَ الشَجَرْ

And the birds sing in its trees,

A melody that sways the branches.

خَبَرٌ تَنقُلُهُ ريحُ الصِبا

وَيُذيعُ الزَهرُ أَنسامَ الخَبَر

News carried by the eastern wind,

And flowers spreading the scent of news,

وَيُلاقي كُلُّ إِلفٍ إِلفَهُ

وَيَلُمّانِ الشَتيتَ المُنتَثِرْ

And every friend meets his friend,

And the scattered are brought together.

يا بِلادي أَرشِفيني قَطرَةً

كُلُّ ماءٍ غَيرَ ما فيكَ كَدَرْ

My country, allow me a drop,

For all other water besides yours is brackish.

لَيتَ مِن ذاكَ الثَرى لي حَفنَةٌ

أَتَمَلّى مِن شَذا التُربِ العَطِرْ

Would that I had a handful of that soil,

To smell the fragrance of its blessed dust.