1. يا شاعِرَ الحُسنِ هَذي رَوعَةُ العيدِ

    فَاِستَنجِدِ الوَحي وَاِهتُف بِالأَناشيدِ

    O poet of beauty, this is the splendor of the festival.

    So summon inspiration and sing out in songs.

  2. هَذا النَعيمُ الَّذي كُنتَ تُنشِدُهُ

    لا تَلهُ عَنهُ بِشَئي غَيرِ مَوجودِ

    This is the bliss that you used to seek.

    Do not be distracted from it by something nonexistent.

  3. مَحاسِنُ الصَيفِ في سَهل وَفي جَبَلٍ

    وَنَشوَةُ الصَيفِ حَتّى في الجَلاميدِ

    Summer’s beauties lie in plain and mountain,

    And summer’s rapture even in the boulders.

  4. وَلَستَ تُبصِرُ وَجهاً غَيرَ مُؤتَلِقٍ

    وَلَستَ تَسمَعُ إِلّا صَوتَ غِرّيدِ

    You see no face that is not radiant,

    And hear nothing but a sweet singer’s voice.

  5. قُم حَدِّثِ الناسَ عَن لُبنانَ كَيفَ نَجا

    مِنَ الطُغاةِ العُتاةِ البيض وَالسودِ

    Rise, tell the people how Lebanon escaped

    The ruthless tyrants, white and black.

  6. وَكَيفَ حَشَّت دِمَشقُ بَعدَ مِحنَتِها

    وَاِستَرجَعَت كُلَّ مَسلوب وَمَفقودِ

    And how Damascus blazed up after her ordeal,

    And recovered all that was plundered and lost.

  7. فَاليَومَ لا أَجنَبِيٌّ يَسَتَبِدُّ بِنا

    وَيَستَخِفُ بِنا اِستِخفافَ عِربيدِ

    For today no foreigner tyrannizes over us

    And treats us with a drunken bully’s contempt.

  8. يا أَرزُ صَفِّق وَيا أَبنائُهُ اِبتَهِجوا

    قَد أَصبَحَ السِربُ في أَمنٍ مِنَ السَيِّدِ

    O cedar, clap; and you, its sons, rejoice!

    The flock is now safe from the master.

  9. ما بُلبُلٌ كانَ مَسجوناً فَأَطلَقَهُ

    سَحّانُهُ بَعدَ تعذيب وَتَنكيدِ

    No nightingale that was imprisoned, then freed

    By its jailer after torment and distress,

  10. فَراحَ يَطوي الفَضاءَ الرَحبَ مُنطَلِقاً

    إِلى الرُبى وَالسَواقي وَالأَماليدِ

    And sped across the spacious sky, flying free,

    Toward the hills, the watercourses, and the tender boughs,

  11. إِلى المُروجِ يُصلي في مَسارِحِها

    إِلى الكُرومِ يُغني لِلعَناقيدِ

    Toward the meadows, praying in their open pastures,

    Toward the vineyards, singing to the grape clusters,

  12. مِنّي بِأَسعَدَ نَفساً قَد نَزِلَت عَلى

    قَومي الصَناديدِ أَبناءَ الصَناديدِ

    Is happier in spirit than I, now that I have alighted among

    My valiant people, sons of valiant men.

  13. سَماءُ لُبنانَ بِشرٌ في مَلامِحِم

    وَفَجرُهُ في ثُغورِ الخُرَّدِ الغيدِ

    Lebanon’s sky is gladness in their faces,

    And its dawn is in the smiles of shy, graceful maidens.

  14. إِن تَسكُنوا الطَودَ صارَ الطَودُ قُبلَتَنا

    أَو تَهبِطوا البيدَ لَم نَعشَق سِوى البيدِ

    If you dwell on the mountain, the mountain becomes our direction of prayer;

    Or if you descend into the deserts, we shall love nothing but the deserts.