أَقبَلَ الصَيفُ وَأَلقى في البِطاح رَحلَهُ

قوِّنا يا رَبُّ وَاِجعَلنا صِحاح مِثلَهُ

Summer has arrived and cast off its burden in the valley,

Strengthen us, oh Lord, and make us as healthy as it,

وَاِجعَلِ القَلبَ نَقِيّاً كَنَسيمِه

وَاسقِنا الإيمانَ حَيّاً مِن كُرومِه

And purify our hearts like its breeze,

And give us lively faith from its vineyards,

وَليَكُن لَنا زَهرُهُ قُبَل

أَرضُهُ جَنى شَمسُه أَمل

And let its flowers be our kisses,

Its land our harvest, its sun our hope,

لَلرُّبى ظِلٌّ عَلى الوادي بَهي

وَعَلى السَهلِ عُطورٌ وَضِياء

For the Lord a shade on the valley, beautiful,

And on the plain, fragrances and radiance,

وَمن الجَدوَلِ تَرجيعٌ شَهِيّ

تَرفَع الإِنسانَ أَو تُدني السَماء

And from the stream, a pleasant sound,

Raising man up or bringing the sky down,

وَالصخور مُنتَهى ماضٍ عَظيمٍ رَمَّدا

صُوَرٌ أَبقَت وُجوهَ المُرَدا

And the rocks, relics of a great magnificent past,

Images that preserved the faces of giants,

وَالنُسور تَسأل الأَجواء

أَينَ كانَ الأَقوِياء

And the eagles ask the skies,

Where were the mighty?

وَالمَراعي في النَهار

أَيُّ بَحرٍ أَخضَرِ

And the meadows in daylight,

Which green sea?

وَإِذا ما أَقبَلَ اللَيلُ الطَري

فَعَلى الأُفقِ مِن الزَهرِ غُبار

And when the gentle night arrives,

Dust of flowers on the horizon,

وَالضُحى يَمشي الهَوَينا

في الرُبى وَالصِبا

And the morn walking through our dreams,

In the bushes and youth,

تَحملُ العطرَ إِلَينا

مِن خُدودِ الزَهرِ وَعَصيرِ الثَمَرِ

Bringing scent to us,

From cheeks of flowers and juice of fruit.