يَأَهلَ أَندَلُسٍ لِلَّهِ دَرُّكُمُ

ماءٌ وَظِلٌّ وَأَنهارٌ وَأَشجارُ

O people of Andalusia, may God bless you

Water, shade, rivers and trees

ما جَنَّةُ الخُلدِ إِلّا في دِيارِكُمُ

وَلَو تَخَيَّرتُ هَذا كُنتُ أَختارُ

The eternal Paradise is only in your homelands

If I had a choice, I would have chosen this

لاتَختَشوا بَعدَ ذا أَن تَدخُلوا سَقراً

فَلَيسَ تُدخَلُ بَعدَ الجَنَّةِ النارُ

Do not fear after this that you will enter Hell

For after Paradise, one does not enter the Fire