تِطْوَانُ تِطْوَانُ لاَ شَيْءَ يُضَاهِيهَا

غَنَّتْ بَلاَبِلُهَا إِذْ سَالَ وَادِيهَا

Tetouan, Tetouan, nothing compares to it

Tetouan, Tetouan, nothing compares to her,

Its nightingales sang as its valley flowed

Her nightingales sang as her valley flowed,

وَالْفَجْرِ وَاللَّيْلِ لَوْلاَ بَعْضُ مَا فِيهَا

لَمَا نَوَيْتُ رَحِيلاً عَنْ مَغَانِيهَا

Were it not for some of what's in it

By the dawn and the night, were it not for some of what she holds,

At dawn and night, I'd not have wished to leave its meadows

I would never have resolved to depart from her abodes.