تِلكَ أَوطاني وَهذا رَسمُها

تِلكَ أَوطاني وَهذا رَسمُها

في سُوَيداءِ فُؤادي مُحتَفَرْ

في سُوَيداءِ فُؤادي مُحتَفَرْ

Those are my native lands, and this is their image,

Those are my homelands, and this is their image,

Engraved in the innermost core of my heart.

Carved into the blackness of my heart.

يَتَراءى لي عَلى بَهجَتِها

يَتَراءى لي عَلى بَهجَتِها

حَيثُما قَلَّبتَ في الكَونِ النَظَرْ

حَيثُما قَلَّبتَ في الكَونِ النَظَرْ

It appears to me in their splendor,

Their beauty appears before me,

Wherever you turn your gaze in the universe:

Wherever I turn my gaze in the universe,

في ضِياءِ الشَمسِ في نورِ القَمَر

في ضِياءِ الشَمسِ في نورِ القَمَر

في النَسيمِ العَذبِ في ثَغرِ الزَهَرْ

في النَسيمِ العَذبِ في ثَغرِ الزَهَرْ

In the radiance of the sun, in the light of the moon,

In the light of the sun, in the moon's glow,

In the sweet breeze, in the flowers' lips,

In the soft breeze, in the lips of flowers,

في خَريرِ الجَدوَلِ الصافي وَفي

في خَريرِ الجَدوَلِ الصافي وَفي

صَخَبِ النَهرِ وَأَمواجِ البَحَرْ

صَخَبِ النَهرِ وَأَمواجِ البَحَرْ

In the murmur of the clear brook, and in

In the murmur of the clear stream, in

The river's clamor and the waves of the sea;

The tumult of the river and the waves of the sea,

في هَتونِ الدَمعِ مِن هَولِ النَوى

في هَتونِ الدَمعِ مِن هَولِ النَوى

في لَهيبِ الشَوقِ في قَلبي اِستَعَرْ

في لَهيبِ الشَوقِ في قَلبي اِستَعَرْ

In the streaming of tears from the terror of separation,

In the dripping of tears, in the ardency of yearning,

In the flame of longing that blazed in my heart.

In the flame of longing, burning in my heart.

دِقَّةُ الناقوسِ مَعنى لِاِسمِها

دِقَّةُ الناقوسِ مَعنى لِاِسمِها

وَاِسمُها مِلءَ تَسابيح السّحَرْ

وَاِسمُها مِلءَ تَسابيح السّحَرْ

The bell's toll is an expression of their name,

The chime of bells embodies their name,

And their name fills the praises before dawn.

And their name fills the praises of dawn.

فِكرَةٌ قَد خالَطَت كُلَّ الفِكَر

فِكرَةٌ قَد خالَطَت كُلَّ الفِكَر

صورَةٌ قَد مازَجَت كُلًّ الصُوَرْ

صورَةٌ قَد مازَجَت كُلًّ الصُوَرْ

An idea that has mingled with every thought,

A thought that penetrated all thought,

An image that has blended with every image.

An image that mingled with all images.

هِيَ في دُنيايَ سِرٌّ مِثلَما

هِيَ في دُنيايَ سِرٌّ مِثلَما

قَد غَدا اِسمُ اللَهِ سِرّاً في السُوَرْ

قَد غَدا اِسمُ اللَهِ سِرّاً في السُوَرْ

It is a secret in my world, just as

It is in my life a secret, just as

God's name has become a secret in the Qur'anic chapters.

The name of God has become a secret in the Quran.

يا بِلادي يا مُنى قَلبيَ إِن

يا بِلادي يا مُنى قَلبيَ إِن

تَسلَمي لي أَنتِ فَالدُنيا هَدَرْ

تَسلَمي لي أَنتِ فَالدُنيا هَدَرْ

O my homeland, O my heart's desire, if

My country, my heart's desire, if

You remain safe for me, then the world is of no account.

you are safe, then the world is nonsense.

لا أَرى الجَنَّةَ إِن أُدخِلتُها

لا أَرى الجَنَّةَ إِن أُدخِلتُها

وَهيَ خُلوٌ مِنكَ إِلّا كَسقَرْ

وَهيَ خُلوٌ مِنكَ إِلّا كَسقَرْ

I would not regard Paradise, were I admitted to it,

If admitted to Paradise without you,

While it lacked you, as anything but Saqar.

I would see it only as Hellfire.

مُنيَتي في غُربَتي قَبلَ الرَدى

مُنيَتي في غُربَتي قَبلَ الرَدى

أَن أُمَلّي مِن مَجاليكَ البَصَرْ

أَن أُمَلّي مِن مَجاليكَ البَصَرْ

My wish while far from home, before death,

My death before perdition,

Is to feast my eyes on your vistas.

Is to avert my eyes from your horizons.

ظَمِئَت نَفسي لِمَغناكِ فَهَل

ظَمِئَت نَفسي لِمَغناكِ فَهَل

يُطفىءُ الحَرقَةَ بِالفُؤادِ القَدَرْ

يُطفىءُ الحَرقَةَ بِالفُؤادِ القَدَرْ

My soul has thirsted for your abode; will

My soul thirsts for your songs, so will

Fate quench the burning in my heart,

this burning in my heart be quenched?

فَيُصلّي القَلبُ في كَعبَتِهِ

فَيُصلّي القَلبُ في كَعبَتِهِ

وَتَضُمُّ الروحُ قُدسِيَّ الحَجَرْ

وَتَضُمُّ الروحُ قُدسِيَّ الحَجَرْ

So that the heart may pray in its Kaaba,

Thus the heart prays in its sanctuary,

And the soul embrace the sacred stone,

And the soul embraces the Sacred Stone,

وَتَمرِّينَ بَيمَناكِ عَلى

وَتَمرِّينَ بَيمَناكِ عَلى

جَسَدٍ أَضناهُ في البُعدِ السَهَرْ

جَسَدٍ أَضناهُ في البُعدِ السَهَرْ

And you pass your right hand over

And you let me pass through your right side,

A body worn down by sleeplessness far from home,

Upon a body worn by separation's vigil.

وَيُغَنّي الطَيرُ في أَشجارِهِ

وَيُغَنّي الطَيرُ في أَشجارِهِ

نَغَماً يُرقِصُ أَعطافَ الشَجَرْ

نَغَماً يُرقِصُ أَعطافَ الشَجَرْ

And the birds sing in its trees

And the birds sing in its trees,

A melody that makes the trees' boughs dance,

A melody that sways the branches.

خَبَرٌ تَنقُلُهُ ريحُ الصِبا

خَبَرٌ تَنقُلُهُ ريحُ الصِبا

وَيُذيعُ الزَهرُ أَنسامَ الخَبَر

وَيُذيعُ الزَهرُ أَنسامَ الخَبَر

News carried by the wind of youth,

News carried by the eastern wind,

And the flowers spread the breezes of the news,

And flowers spreading the scent of news,

وَيُلاقي كُلُّ إِلفٍ إِلفَهُ

وَيُلاقي كُلُّ إِلفٍ إِلفَهُ

وَيَلُمّانِ الشَتيتَ المُنتَثِرْ

وَيَلُمّانِ الشَتيتَ المُنتَثِرْ

And every lover meets his beloved,

And every friend meets his friend,

And the two gather what is scattered and dispersed?

And the scattered are brought together.

يا بِلادي أَرشِفيني قَطرَةً

يا بِلادي أَرشِفيني قَطرَةً

كُلُّ ماءٍ غَيرَ ما فيكَ كَدَرْ

كُلُّ ماءٍ غَيرَ ما فيكَ كَدَرْ

O my homeland, give me a drop to sip;

My country, allow me a drop,

All water, except what is in you, is murky.

For all other water besides yours is brackish.

لَيتَ مِن ذاكَ الثَرى لي حَفنَةٌ

لَيتَ مِن ذاكَ الثَرى لي حَفنَةٌ

أَتَمَلّى مِن شَذا التُربِ العَطِرْ

أَتَمَلّى مِن شَذا التُربِ العَطِرْ

If only I had a handful of that earth,

Would that I had a handful of that soil,

To savor the scent of the fragrant soil.

To smell the fragrance of its blessed dust.