لا تَطمَعَن فىَّ أرضٌ أن أُقيمَ بها

لا تَطمَعَن فىَّ أرضٌ أن أُقيمَ بها

فليس بيني وبين الأرضِ من نَسبِ

فليس بيني وبين الأرضِ من نَسبِ

Let no land ever hope that I will settle in it,

No land must hope that I will stay,

Let no land covet that I reside therein, for between the earth and me there is no tie.

For there is no kinship between me and the land.

No bond of blood is 'twixt that soil and me.

Wherever I roam, my virtue is a home I shelter in, and men of letters are my kin.

حيثُ اغتربتُ فلى من عِفَّتى وَطَنٌ

حيثُ اغتربتُ فلى من عِفَّتى وَطَنٌ

آوِى إليه وأهلٌ من ذوي الأدبِ

آوِى إليه وأهلٌ من ذوي الأدبِ

Wherever I dwell abroad, I have in my chastity a homeland,

Wherever I have made my home, my code

Were it not for movement, the seven planets would not display their merit over the resting stars.

Where I take shelter, and kin among people of refinement.

Of honour, virtue - these my country be.

لولا التَّنقُّلُ أعيى أن يَبينَ على

لولا التَّنقُّلُ أعيى أن يَبينَ على

باقي الكواكبِ فضلُ السَّبعةِ الشُّهُبِ

باقي الكواكبِ فضلُ السَّبعةِ الشُّهُبِ

Were it not for wandering, it would be hard to discern, in comparison with

Did I not travel, how could I make clear

The other stars, the superiority of the seven radiant ones.

The grandeur of the stars, the seven sons of light?