اليومَ رَبُّكَ أعطَى القوسَ باريها

اليومَ رَبُّكَ أعطَى القوسَ باريها

وأسكَنَ الدَّارَ بعدَ الهِجرةِ بانيها

وأسكَنَ الدَّارَ بعدَ الهِجرةِ بانيها

Today your Lord has given the bow to its maker,

Today your Lord has given the rain its fullness

and lodged the house’s builder within it after exile.

And inhabited the house after the emigration of its builder

وجَدَّدَ الدَولةَ الشَّهْباءَ مُرتِجعاً

وجَدَّدَ الدَولةَ الشَّهْباءَ مُرتِجعاً

ما غابَ بالأمسِ عَنَّا من دَراريها

ما غابَ بالأمسِ عَنَّا من دَراريها

and renewed the gray-white dynasty, restoring

And renewed the august state, returning

those of its brilliant stars that vanished from us yesterday.

What was absent from us yesterday of its homes

لا يَترُكُ الدَّهرُ عيناً لا دُموعَ بها

لا يَترُكُ الدَّهرُ عيناً لا دُموعَ بها

ولا دُمُوعاً بلا مَسحٍ يُؤاتيها

ولا دُمُوعاً بلا مَسحٍ يُؤاتيها

Time leaves no eye without tears,

Time does not leave an eye without tears in it

nor tears without a wiping to attend them.

Nor tears without a wipe that comes to it

يَنامُ حِيناً ولكنْ بعدَ نَومَتِهِ

يَنامُ حِيناً ولكنْ بعدَ نَومَتِهِ

لابُدَّ من يَقظَةٍ يصحو لَنا فيها

لابُدَّ من يَقظَةٍ يصحو لَنا فيها

It sleeps awhile, but after its slumber

It sleeps for a while but after its slumber

there must be an awakening in which it wakes for us.

There must be an awakening in which it is alert for us

يا طُورَ لُبنانَ لا تَشْكُ الظَماءَ فقد

يا طُورَ لُبنانَ لا تَشْكُ الظَماءَ فقد

عادَتْ مِياهُكَ تَجري في مَجاريها

عادَتْ مِياهُكَ تَجري في مَجاريها

O Mount Lebanon, do not complain of thirst, for

O Mount Lebanon, do not doubt the thirst for your waters have returned

your waters have returned to flow in their channels.

Flowing in their channels again

عادَ الشِّهابُ إلى الأَنوارِ طَلْعتِهِ

عادَ الشِّهابُ إلى الأَنوارِ طَلْعتِهِ

في أَرضِكَ اليومَ فابيَّضتْ لياليها

في أَرضِكَ اليومَ فابيَّضتْ لياليها

Shihab has returned with the radiance of his countenance

The comet has returned to its luminous rising

in your land today, so its nights have turned white.

In your land today, so its nights turned white

هُوَ المَجيدُ الشِّهابُ اسماً على لَقَبٍ

هُوَ المَجيدُ الشِّهابُ اسماً على لَقَبٍ

يَجري وأَلفاظُهُ تَحكي مَعانيها

يَجري وأَلفاظُهُ تَحكي مَعانيها

He is the glorious Shihab, a name joined to a title

It is the glorious comet, a name for a title

that circulates, its words reflecting their meanings.

That flows and its words tell its meanings

رأسُ العَشائِرِ في لُبنانَ قاطِبةً

رأسُ العَشائِرِ في لُبنانَ قاطِبةً

إليهِ تَبسُطُ عن طوعٍ أَياديها

إليهِ تَبسُطُ عن طوعٍ أَياديها

Head of all the clans in Lebanon,

The head of all the clans in Lebanon

to him they willingly stretch out their hands.

Stretch out to it willingly their hands

لا يَستحي أَحَدٌ من لَثمِ راحَتِهِ

لا يَستحي أَحَدٌ من لَثمِ راحَتِهِ

في أرضِ لُبنانَ من أَعلى نَواصيها

في أرضِ لُبنانَ من أَعلى نَواصيها

No one is ashamed to kiss his palm

No one in Lebanon feels shy to kiss its palm

in the land of Lebanon, even among its loftiest heads.

From its highest place

ولا يَرَى أَحدٌ عَيباً بِطاعَتِهِ

ولا يَرَى أَحدٌ عَيباً بِطاعَتِهِ

فيها وتدعوهُ مَولانا مَواليها

فيها وتدعوهُ مَولانا مَواليها

Nor does anyone see a fault in obeying him

Nor does anyone see fault in obeying it

there, and its lords call him ‘our lord.’

There they call it "our master" its loyalists

نَسْلُ البشيرِ الذي الدُّنيا بهِ لَهِجَتْ

نَسْلُ البشيرِ الذي الدُّنيا بهِ لَهِجَتْ

وذِكرُهُ شاعَ دَهراً في أَقاصيها

وذِكرُهُ شاعَ دَهراً في أَقاصيها

Scion of Bashir, of whom the world spoke incessantly,

The offspring of Bashir whom the world spoke of

and whose renown spread for ages to its farthest reaches.

And whose mention spread for ages across its horizons

يَفنى الزَّمانُ ويَبقَى ذِكرُ دَولَتِهِ

يَفنى الزَّمانُ ويَبقَى ذِكرُ دَولَتِهِ

في الأرض يَنشُرُ أَجيالاً ويَطويها

في الأرض يَنشُرُ أَجيالاً ويَطويها

Time will perish, yet the memory of his reign will endure

Time passes but the mention of its state remains

on earth, while time unfolds generations and folds them away.

In the land, spreading generations and folding them

يا أَيُّها القائمُ المرفوعُ مَنصِبُهُ

يا أَيُّها القائمُ المرفوعُ مَنصِبُهُ

من دَولَةٍ نَظَرُ الرَّحمنِ راعيها

من دَولَةٍ نَظَرُ الرَّحمنِ راعيها

O you who hold office, whose station is exalted

O you who has an elevated position

by a state guarded by the All-Merciful’s gaze:

Of a state the Merciful's regard was its shepherd

بُشرى البِلادِ التي أصبَحتَ حاكِمَها

بُشرى البِلادِ التي أصبَحتَ حاكِمَها

بُشرَى مَنازِلِها بُشرَى أَهاليها

بُشرَى مَنازِلِها بُشرَى أَهاليها

Glad tidings for the land whose ruler you have become!

Good tidings to the countries you became their ruler

Glad tidings for its homes, glad tidings for its people!

Good tidings to its homes, good tidings to its inhabitants

أَنتَ الأَميرُ الذي مازالَ يأْمرُ بال

أَنتَ الأَميرُ الذي مازالَ يأْمرُ بال

معروفِ نفساً عَنِ الأَوزارِ ناهيها

معروفِ نفساً عَنِ الأَوزارِ ناهيها

You are the prince who has never ceased to enjoin

You are the prince who still commands

good upon a soul, restraining it from burdens of sin;

Souls to good and forbids evil

رُكنُ البِلادِ الذي اعتادَتْ سَيادتَهُ

رُكنُ البِلادِ الذي اعتادَتْ سَيادتَهُ

دَهراً فكانَت كبعضٍ من رَواسيها

دَهراً فكانَت كبعضٍ من رَواسيها

the land’s pillar, whose rule it has grown accustomed to

The pillar of the countries which its rule

for ages, so that rule became like one of its firm-set mountains.

Is accustomed for ages, so it was like some of its bedrocks

فَتحٌ قريبٌ من اللهِ الكريمِ أَتى

فَتحٌ قريبٌ من اللهِ الكريمِ أَتى

لِبابِ دولةِ مجدٍ صِرتَ واليها

لِبابِ دولةِ مجدٍ صِرتَ واليها

A victory near at hand has come from God, the Generous,

A near opening from Generous God has come

to the gate of a glorious state whose governor you have become.

To the door of the state of glory you became its governor

نَشَرتُ صُحْفاً منَ التأْريخِ شائِعةً

نَشَرتُ صُحْفاً منَ التأْريخِ شائِعةً

في نَظمِ تأْريخهِ ضاءَت لآليها

في نَظمِ تأْريخهِ ضاءَت لآليها

I have published pages of history far and wide;

I have published widely circulated pages

their pearls shone in the verse of its chronogram.

In prosody recording its history, radiant in its wonders