أَقبَلَ الصَيفُ وَأَلقى في البِطاح رَحلَهُ

أَقبَلَ الصَيفُ وَأَلقى في البِطاح رَحلَهُ

قوِّنا يا رَبُّ وَاِجعَلنا صِحاح مِثلَهُ

قوِّنا يا رَبُّ وَاِجعَلنا صِحاح مِثلَهُ

Summer has come and set down its baggage on the plains.

Summer has arrived and cast off its burden in the valley,

Strengthen us, O Lord, and make us hale like it.

Strengthen us, oh Lord, and make us as healthy as it,

وَاِجعَلِ القَلبَ نَقِيّاً كَنَسيمِه

وَاِجعَلِ القَلبَ نَقِيّاً كَنَسيمِه

وَاسقِنا الإيمانَ حَيّاً مِن كُرومِه

وَاسقِنا الإيمانَ حَيّاً مِن كُرومِه

And make the heart pure as its breeze.

And purify our hearts like its breeze,

And give us living faith to drink from its vineyards.

And give us lively faith from its vineyards,

وَليَكُن لَنا زَهرُهُ قُبَل

وَليَكُن لَنا زَهرُهُ قُبَل

أَرضُهُ جَنى شَمسُه أَمل

أَرضُهُ جَنى شَمسُه أَمل

And let its blossoms be kisses for us,

And let its flowers be our kisses,

Its earth a harvest, its sun hope.

Its land our harvest, its sun our hope,

لَلرُّبى ظِلٌّ عَلى الوادي بَهي

لَلرُّبى ظِلٌّ عَلى الوادي بَهي

وَعَلى السَهلِ عُطورٌ وَضِياء

وَعَلى السَهلِ عُطورٌ وَضِياء

The hills cast a lovely shade over the valley,

For the Lord a shade on the valley, beautiful,

And over the plain, fragrances and light,

And on the plain, fragrances and radiance,

وَمن الجَدوَلِ تَرجيعٌ شَهِيّ

وَمن الجَدوَلِ تَرجيعٌ شَهِيّ

تَرفَع الإِنسانَ أَو تُدني السَماء

تَرفَع الإِنسانَ أَو تُدني السَماء

And from the stream, a sweet refrain.

And from the stream, a pleasant sound,

They lift humankind or draw the sky near.

Raising man up or bringing the sky down,

وَالصخور مُنتَهى ماضٍ عَظيمٍ رَمَّدا

وَالصخور مُنتَهى ماضٍ عَظيمٍ رَمَّدا

صُوَرٌ أَبقَت وُجوهَ المُرَدا

صُوَرٌ أَبقَت وُجوهَ المُرَدا

And the rocks—the end of a mighty past turned to ashes—

And the rocks, relics of a great magnificent past,

Are images that have preserved the faces of giants.

Images that preserved the faces of giants,

وَالنُسور تَسأل الأَجواء

وَالنُسور تَسأل الأَجواء

أَينَ كانَ الأَقوِياء

أَينَ كانَ الأَقوِياء

And the eagles ask the skies:

And the eagles ask the skies,

“Where were the mighty?”

Where were the mighty?

وَالمَراعي في النَهار

وَالمَراعي في النَهار

أَيُّ بَحرٍ أَخضَرِ

أَيُّ بَحرٍ أَخضَرِ

And the pastures by day—

And the meadows in daylight,

What a green sea!

Which green sea?

وَإِذا ما أَقبَلَ اللَيلُ الطَري

وَإِذا ما أَقبَلَ اللَيلُ الطَري

فَعَلى الأُفقِ مِن الزَهرِ غُبار

فَعَلى الأُفقِ مِن الزَهرِ غُبار

And when the tender night comes,

And when the gentle night arrives,

Then on the horizon lies a dust of blossoms.

Dust of flowers on the horizon,

وَالضُحى يَمشي الهَوَينا

وَالضُحى يَمشي الهَوَينا

في الرُبى وَالصِبا

في الرُبى وَالصِبا

And morning light walks softly

And the morn walking through our dreams,

Among the hills, and the east wind

In the bushes and youth,

تَحملُ العطرَ إِلَينا

تَحملُ العطرَ إِلَينا

مِن خُدودِ الزَهرِ وَعَصيرِ الثَمَرِ

مِن خُدودِ الزَهرِ وَعَصيرِ الثَمَرِ

Carries perfume to us

Bringing scent to us,

From the cheeks of blossoms and the juice of fruit.

From cheeks of flowers and juice of fruit.