هَبي لي نَيَّ زَورِكِ وَالبَواني

وَأُمّي مَسقِطَ النَجمِ اليَماني

Give me the blossoms of your garden and joys

And, O mother, native land of the gracious star,

فَإِنَّكِ ما رَعَيتِ مِنَ الفَيافي

طَويلاً ما رَعَيتِ مِنَ الأَماني

You have never pastured among meadow-flowers

Long have you not savored the hopes