صُبْحُ ثَلْجٍ فِي القُدْسِ وَجْهُ جَمَالِ

زَيَّنَتْهُ فِي الأُفْقِ أَحْلَى اللَآلِي

A morning of snow in Jerusalem, a face of beauty

Adorned in the horizon with the sweetest rays

لَيْتَ هَذا الجَمَالَ يَبْقَى ، ويَمْضِي

قُبْحُ مُحْتَلِّهِ لِلَيْلِ زَوالِ !

If only this beauty would last, and the ugliness of its usurper would vanish by nightfall!