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حُـماةَ الـدِّيارِ عليكمْ سـلامْ
ّأبَتْ أنْ تـذِلَّ النفـوسُ الكرامّ
عـرينُ العروبةِ بيتٌ حَـرام
وعرشُ الشّموسِ حِمَىً لا يُضَامْ

ربوعُ الشّـآمِ بـروجُ العَـلا
تُحاكي السّـماءَ بعـالي السَّـنا
فأرضٌ زهتْ بالشّموسِ الوِضَا
سَـماءٌ لَعَمـرُكَ أو كالسَّـما

رفيـفُ الأماني وخَفـقُ الفؤادْ
عـلى عَـلَمٍ ضَمَّ شَـمْلَ البلادْ
أما فيهِ منْ كُـلِّ عـينٍ سَـوادْ
ومِـن دمِ كـلِّ شَـهيدٍ مِـدادْ؟

نفـوسٌ أبـاةٌ ومـاضٍ مجيـدْ
وروحُ الأضاحي رقيبٌ عَـتيدْ
فمِـنّا الوليـدُ و مِـنّا الرّشـيدْ
فلـمْ لا نَسُـودُ ولِمْ لا نشيد؟

Ḩumâta ad-diyâri ʿal-aykum salâm
‘Abat ‘an tažilla n-nufûsu l-kirâm
’Arînul ’ûrubati baytûn ḩarâm
waʿarşu ş-şumûsi ḩiman lâ yuďâm

Rubû’u şa‘âmi burûğull ‘ala
Tuhâkî s-samâ‘a bi’âli s-sana
Fa‘arďun zahat bi ş-şumûsi l-wiďa
Samâ‘un la-’amruka ‘aw ka s-sama

Rafîful ‘amâni wa-xafqul fu‘âd
’Alâ ’alamin ďamma şamlal bilâd
‘Amâ fî-hi min kulli ’aynin sawâd
Wa min dami kulli şahîdin midâd?

Nufûsun ‘ubâtun wa mâďin maxîd
Wa-rûḩul ‘aďâḩi râqîbun ’atîd
Fa-min-na l-Walîdu wa-min-nâ r-Raşîd
Fa-lim lâ nasûdu wa-lim lâ naşîd?

ħumaːta d-dijaːri ʕalajkum salaːm
ʔabat ʔan taðilːa n-nufuːsu l-kiraːm
ʕariːnu l-ʕuruːbati bajtun ħaraːm
wa ʕarʃu ʃ-ʃumuːsi ħiman laː judˤaːm

rubuːʕu ʃ-ʃaʔaːmi buruːʤu l-ʕalaː
tuħaːkiː s-samaːʔa bi-ʕaːliː s-sanaː
fa-ʔardˤun zahat bi-ʃ-ʃumuːsi l-widˤa
samaːʔun la-ʕamruka ʔaw ka-s-samaː

rafiːfu l-ʔamaːni wa χafqu l-fuʔaːd
ʕalaː ʕalamin dˤamːa ʃamla l-bilaːd
ʔamaː fiː-hi min kulli ʕajnin sawaːd
wa min dami kulːi ʃahiːdin midaːd

nufuːsun ʔubaːtun wa maːdˤin maʤiːd
wa ruːhu l-ʔadˤaːħi raqiːbun ʕatiːd
fa-minːaː l-waliːdu wa minːaː r-raʃiːd
fa-lim laː nasuːdu wa lim laː naʃiːd

Guardians of the homeland, upon you be peace,
[our] proud spirits refuse to be humiliated.
The den of Arabism is a sacred sanctuary,
and the throne of the suns is a preserve that will not be subjugated.

The quarters of Levant are towers in height,
which are in dialogue with the zenith of the skies.
A land resplendent with brilliant suns,
becoming another sky or almost a sky.

The flutter of hopes and the beat of the heart,
are on a flag that united the entire country.
Is there not blackness from every eye,
and ink from every martyr's blood?

[Our] spirits are defiant and [our] history is glorious,
and our martyrs' souls are formidable guardians.
From us is al-Walīd, and from us is al-Rashīd.
So why then shall we not lead, why then shall we not rise?

Guardians of homeland, upon you be peace,
our ever-proud souls refuse to be seized.
The den of Arabism is our sacred home,
and the throne of our suns will never go down.

The mountains of Syria are towers in height,
which talk with the zenith of the highest skies.
A land that is splendid with brilliant sun,
turning to a sky or almost a sky.

The flutter of our hopes and the beats of our hearts,
depicted on the flag that united our land.
Did we not derive the black from every man's eye,
and from ink of martyrs' blood wrote to the tall sky?

Spirits defiant and past so glorious,
and the martyrs' souls are our guardians.
From us, a nation of souls and bravery,
Thy glory comes from us, my homeland!