تَبْكي عَلَيْكَ العَيْنُ يا وَطَني

ويَنوحُ صَوْتُ الدَّمْعِ في الأُذُنِ

My eyes weep for you, my homeland,

And the voice of tears laments in the ear,

ويَذوبُ قَلْبِي لِلنَّوَى سَقَمًا

وتَموتُ نَفْسِي اليَوْمَ في الشَّجَنِ

My heart melts with longing and becomes ill,

And my soul dies today in agony.

وتَظَلُّ في بالِي حِكايَتُنا

نارًا عَلَى نارٍ مَعَ الزَّمَنِ

Our story remains a fire upon fire over time in my mind,

And our plight grows with the days,

وتَزيدُ في الأَيّامِ نَكْبَتُنا

ما بَيْنَ ثَوْبِ الحُزْنِ والكَفَنِ

Between the garb of sadness and shroud.

We increase it with our separation and the breach between the secret and the open...

وَنَزيدُها فَتْكًا بِفُرْقَتِنا

والخُلْفِ بَيْنَ السِّرِّ والعَلَنِ ...

Will we return, my people, to our oneness,

With the guidance of previous ways,

أَنَعودُ يا شَعْبي لِوَحْدَتِنا

يَهْدِي خُطانا سَالِفُ السَّنَنِ

To reunite us in confidence,

The love of life and defense of the homeland?!

لِيَعودَ يَجْمَعُنا عَلَى ثِقَةٍ

حُبُّ الحَياةِ ونُصْرَةُ الوَطَنِ ؟!