حُقولُناour fields سُهولُناour plains كُلُّهاall of them طَربjoy كُلُّهاall of them غِنىabundance
حُقولُنا سُهولُنا كُلُّها طَرب كُلُّها غِنى
الشَمسُthe sun فيهاin them ذَهَبgold وَالسَواقيand the irrigation channels مُنىhopes
الشَمسُ فيها ذَهَب وَالسَواقي مُنى
Our fields, our plains—all are joy, all are abundance.
Our fields and plains are all joy, all bounty
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are hopes.
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are bliss
إِلىto الحَصادthe harvest
إِلى الحَصاد
جَنىthe fruit الجِهادof toil
جَنى الجِهاد
To the harvest!
To the harvest,
The fruit of toil!
The yield of struggle,
قَلبُthe heart البِلادof the land
قَلبُ البِلاد
يَحياlives بِناthrough us
يَحيا بِنا
The heart of the land
The country's heart revives through us
lives through us.
Come, reap and sing-
هَيّاcome on اِحصُدواreap وَأَنشِدواand sing
هَيّا اِحصُدوا وَأَنشِدوا
الحُبُّlove قَلبٌa heart وَيدُand a hand
الحُبُّ قَلبٌ وَيدُ
Come, reap and sing!
Love is heart and hand
Love is a heart and a hand.
And life is cultivation and harvest
وَالعُمرُand life زَرعٌsowing وَجَنىand reaping
وَالعُمرُ زَرعٌ وَجَنى
حُقولُناour fields سُهولُناour plains كُلُّهاall of them طَربjoy كُلُّهاall of them غِنىabundance
حُقولُنا سُهولُنا كُلُّها طَرب كُلُّها غِنى
And life is sowing and reaping.
Our fields and plains are all joy, all bounty
Our fields, our plains—all are joy, all are abundance.
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are bliss
الشَمسُthe sun فيهاin them ذَهَبgold وَالسَواقيand the irrigation channels مُنىhopes
الشَمسُ فيها ذَهَب وَالسَواقي مُنى
جِبالُناour mountains نُحِبُّهاwe love them
جِبالُنا نُحِبُّها
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are hopes.
We love our mountains,
Our mountains—we love them.
These eyes are their hearts
هذيthese العُيونُsprings قَلبُهاtheir heart
هذي العُيونُ قَلبُها
هذيthese الجِنانُgardens خَصبُهاtheir fertility
هذي الجِنانُ خَصبُها
These springs are their heart.
These gardens, their fertility,
These gardens are their bounty.
Apples and grapes their jewelry,
حُلِيُّهاtheir jewels التفاحapples وَالعِنَبand grapes
حُلِيُّها التفاح وَالعِنَب
أَلحانُهاtheir melodies الرِياحthe winds فيin القَصَبthe reeds
أَلحانُها الرِياح في القَصَب
Their jewels are apples and grapes.
Winds in the reeds their melodies
Their melodies are the winds in the reeds.
And all is ours and our sons' after us
وَكُلُّهاand all of them لَناto us وَلِلبَنينِand to the sons بَعدَناafter us
وَكُلُّها لَنا وَلِلبَنينِ بَعدَنا
صَغيرَةٌsmall بَينَamong الدُوَلthe nations
صَغيرَةٌ بَينَ الدُوَل
And all of them belong to us and to the sons after us.
Small among nations
Small among the nations,
Great as hope
كَبيرَةٌgreat مِثلُlike الأَمَلhope
كَبيرَةٌ مِثلُ الأَمَل
كانَتit was لَناours وَلمand has not تَزَلceased to be
كانَت لَنا وَلم تَزَل
great as hope,
Ours it was and still is
it was ours and still is:
Our country, our forefathers, our sons
بِلادُناour land أَجدادُناour ancestors أَولادُناour children
بِلادُنا أَجدادُنا أَولادُنا
زُلالُهاits pure water تِرياقan antidote تُرابُهاits soil أَخلاقmoral virtues وَشَمسُهاand its sun ذَهَبgold
زُلالُها تِرياق تُرابُها أَخلاق وَشَمسُها ذَهَب
our land—our ancestors, our children.
Its freshness a cure, its soil ethics, its sun gold
Its pure water is an elixir, its soil is virtue, and its sun is gold.
Apples and grapes their jewelry,
حُلِيُّهاits jewels التفاحapples وَالعِنَبand grapes
حُلِيُّها التفاح وَالعِنَب
أَلحانُهاits melodies الرِياحthe winds فيin القَصَبthe reeds
أَلحانُها الرِياح في القَصَب
Its jewels are apples and grapes.
Winds in the reeds their melodies
Its melodies are the winds in the reeds.
And all is ours and our sons' after us
وَكُلُّهاand all of it لَناto us وَلِلبَنينِand to the sons بَعدَناafter us
وَكُلُّها لَنا وَلِلبَنينِ بَعدَنا
هَيّاcome on اِحصُدواreap وَأَنشِدواand sing
هَيّا اِحصُدوا وَأَنشِدوا
And all of it belongs to us and to the sons after us.
Come, reap and sing!
Come, reap and sing
أَلحُبُّlove قَلبٌa heart وَيدُand a hand
أَلحُبُّ قَلبٌ وَيدُ
وَالعُمرُand life زَرعٌsowing وَجَنىand reaping
وَالعُمرُ زَرعٌ وَجَنى
Love is a heart and a hand.
Love is heart and hand
And life is sowing and reaping.
And life is cultivation and harvest
Partial English translation: 27 of 28 Arabic lines translated.