غيطانُنا قَد جَوشَنَت

غيطانُنا قَد جَوشَنَت

غُدرانَها كَفُّ النَسيمِ

غُدرانَها كَفُّ النَسيمِ

Our fields—their pools are now clad in mail

Our valleys have overflowed

by the hand of the breeze.

Their treachery is like the breeze's palm

وَسَماؤُنا في خِلعَةٍ

وَسَماؤُنا في خِلعَةٍ

دَكناءَ مِن خَزِّ الغُيومِ

دَكناءَ مِن خَزِّ الغُيومِ

And our sky wears a robe of honor,

And our sky is in a dark gown

dark, of the clouds’ silken cloth.

Of the clouds' velvet

فَاِجلُ الَّتي تُنمى إِذا اِن

فَاِجلُ الَّتي تُنمى إِذا اِن

تَسَبَت إِلى كَرمٍ كَريمِ

تَسَبَت إِلى كَرمٍ كَريمِ

So unveil her who, when she claims descent,

So hurry up before

is traced to a noble vine.

You slip into a generous vineyard

فَالعَيسُ مُذ اَثرى الثَرى

فَالعَيسُ مُذ اَثرى الثَرى

قَد غاصَ في نِعَمِ النَعيمِ

قَد غاصَ في نِعَمِ النَعيمِ

For the pale camels, since the soil grew rich,

For the living one since he enriched the soil

have plunged into the blessings of bliss.

Has indulged in the bliss of paradise