لُبنانُ مَجدُكَ في المَشارِقِ أَوَّلُ

Lebanon, your glory in the East is first; the earth is but a rising slope, and you are its highest peak.

Your sons are gentler than your breeze in their shelter, and their dreams are loftier than your ridges.

You brought them forth to the worlds as noble leaders among the Arabs, and the sons of the generous are ever generous.

Amidst the verdant gardens and upon a radiant horizon, Christ and Islam arose over it in blessed harmony.

Behold your man of letters, celebrated for his medal, whose eloquence is a badge of honor for both Easts.

How grand is the worth of the collar upon his chest, while his true necklaces are woven from divine inspiration.

A breast surrounded by majesty, filled to the brim with generosity, the awe of a believer, and steadfast loyalty.

The Khedive's benevolence has adorned him, much as God's grace and abundant blessings have long adorned him.

Is it for your exalted status, O Matran, or your wisdom, or your fine traits that this honor and reverence are granted?

Or for stances no fierce lion could ever maintain, which, but for you, would make the pyramids tremble?

This is the fitting place to speak of you, yet you have ever held a gathering and a shrine within our inner hearts.

Prince Mohammed has prized your worth, coming forth to you flanked by the greatest nobles of the realm.

In an assembly where eloquence raised its banner for your sake, and pens found their highest pride in you.

The royal scion recited an enduring tribute; how rare is it for the words of kings to fade away?

From the bearer of glad tidings to Baalbek stretches a bond whose light illuminates the passing days.

The grand and solid monument may one day crumble to ruin, but the legacy of Khalil stands ever upright.