يا شاعِرَ الحُسنِ هَذي رَوعَةُ العيدِ

فَاِستَنجِدِ الوَحي وَاِهتُف بِالأَناشيدِ

O poet of beauty, here is the splendor of the festival,

So summon your inspiration and chant the anthems.

هَذا النَعيمُ الَّذي كُنتَ تُنشِدُهُ

لا تَلهُ عَنهُ بِشَئي غَيرِ مَوجودِ

This is the bliss that you have long sought;

Do not be distracted from it by things that do not exist.

مَحاسِنُ الصَيفِ في سَهل وَفي جَبَلٍ

وَنَشوَةُ الصَيفِ حَتّى في الجَلاميدِ

The beauties of summer are in every plain and upon every mountain,

And the ecstasy of summer stirs even the solid boulders.

وَلَستَ تُبصِرُ وَجهاً غَيرَ مُؤتَلِقٍ

وَلَستَ تَسمَعُ إِلّا صَوتَ غِرّيدِ

You see no face that is not radiant,

And you hear nothing but the voice of the warbler.

قُم حَدِّثِ الناسَ عَن لُبنانَ كَيفَ نَجا

مِنَ الطُغاةِ العُتاةِ البيض وَالسودِ

Rise and tell the people how Lebanon has escaped

From the insolent tyrants, both white and black;

وَكَيفَ حَشَّت دِمَشقُ بَعدَ مِحنَتِها

وَاِستَرجَعَت كُلَّ مَسلوب وَمَفقودِ

And how Damascus has blossomed after its ordeal,

And reclaimed all that was stolen and lost.

فَاليَومَ لا أَجنَبِيٌّ يَسَتَبِدُّ بِنا

وَيَستَخِفُ بِنا اِستِخفافَ عِربيدِ

For today no foreigner tyrannizes us,

Nor scorns us with the insolence of a drunkard.

يا أَرزُ صَفِّق وَيا أَبنائُهُ اِبتَهِجوا

قَد أَصبَحَ السِربُ في أَمنٍ مِنَ السَيِّدِ

O Cedars, clap your hands, and O children of the Cedars, rejoice!

The flock is now safe from the master.

ما بُلبُلٌ كانَ مَسجوناً فَأَطلَقَهُ

سَحّانُهُ بَعدَ تعذيب وَتَنكيدِ

No nightingale, once imprisoned and then set free

By its jailer after torture and torment,

فَراحَ يَطوي الفَضاءَ الرَحبَ مُنطَلِقاً

إِلى الرُبى وَالسَواقي وَالأَماليدِ

Then went traversing the vast expanse in flight,

To the hills, the streams, and the tender boughs,

إِلى المُروجِ يُصلي في مَسارِحِها

إِلى الكُرومِ يُغني لِلعَناقيدِ

To the meadows, praying within their open stages,

To the vineyards, singing to the clusters—

مِنّي بِأَسعَدَ نَفساً قَد نَزِلَت عَلى

قَومي الصَناديدِ أَبناءَ الصَناديدِ

Is happier in soul than I, having settled among

My stalwart people, the sons of stalwart ancestors.

سَماءُ لُبنانَ بِشرٌ في مَلامِحِم

وَفَجرُهُ في ثُغورِ الخُرَّدِ الغيدِ

The sky of Lebanon is a joy reflected in their features,

And its dawn shines in the smiles of the graceful maidens.

إِن تَسكُنوا الطَودَ صارَ الطَودُ قُبلَتَنا

أَو تَهبِطوا البيدَ لَم نَعشَق سِوى البيدِ

If you dwell on the mountain peak, the peak becomes our sanctuary,

And if you descend to the desert, we shall love nothing but the desert.