لُبْنَانُ مَا زَالَتْ سَمَاؤُكَ مَطْلَعاً

لِلْفَرْقدِ اللَّمَّاحِ بَعْدَ الْفرْقَدِ

Lebanon, your skies remain still

A refuge for the twinkling stars after the twinkle

يَا مَنْبِتَ الأَرْزِ الْقدِيمِ وَمَرْبِضاً

يَوْمَ الْحِفاظُ لِكُلِّ لَيْثٍ أَصْيَدِ

O ancient cedar grove and a shelter

When rangers guard every ferocious beast I hunt

هَذِي إِلَيْك تحِيَّة مِنْ شَيِّقٍ

قَدْ بَانَ طَوْعاً عَنْكَ وَهْوَ كَمُبْعَدِ

This is a greeting to you from a passionate one

Who has willingly distanced himself from you though remote

مِنْ هَالِكٍ ظَمَأً وَمَاؤُكَ قُرْبُهُ

مَرَّتْ بِهِ حِجَج وَلَمْ يَتَوَرَّدِ

From a thirsty one nearing death while your water is near

Pilgrims have passed by him but he did not stop for a drink

لاَ شَيْءَ فِي الْحِرْمَانِ أَكْبَرُ غُصَّةً

مِنْ حَبْسِ مَكْرُمَةٍ عَنِ المُتَعَوِّدِ

Nothing in deprivation is more bitterly painful

Than withholding affection from one accustomed to it

يَا مَسْقِطاً لِلرَّأْسِ فِي جَنَبَاتِهِ

مِنْ حَرِّ شَوْقِي جَمْرَةٌ لَمْ تَخْمُدِ

O resting place for my head on your slopes

My burning longing is an ember that has not died out

كَمْ ضَجْعَةٍ فِيهَا أَرَاكَ وَيَقْظَةٍٍ

لاَحَتْ ذُرَاكَ بِهَا تَرُوحُ وَتَعتدِي

How many times awake or asleep have I seen you

And roamed through you in thought

فِي كُلِّ شَيءٍ مِنْكَ عَيْنِي تَجْتَلي

حُسْناً وَحُسْنُ الرَّوْضِ حُسْنُ الْجَلْمَدِ

In everything of yours my eyes shine

Beauty - and the beauty of the meadow is the beauty of eternity

وَبِكُلِّ مُنْعَرََجٍ وَكلِّ ثَنِيَةٍ

أَثَرٌ يُحَسُّ لِفِكرِيَ المُتَرَدِّدِ

And in every twist and turn

There is a trace felt by my wandering thoughts