These green lands are my garden,
Given my life and my family name,
"The Chouf" is my adoration,
And I offer it the candle of my prayers.
Neither religion nor homeland matters to me,
Its blood flows within my veins.
Its family is my family,
And my beloved is the soil,
Sprinkling the Pleiades over my valleys.
Its courtyards and plains are my dwelling,
And the water flows through my canals.
No, I did not flatter when I said to it:
I will not wear the colours of my masks.
This is me, O Chouf, is regret
Enough, to erect my vaults in you?
Coming like children from a journey,
Eager, and the wind is my sails.
I am forever in love,
As one of the Baini family,
I have entrusted to it the sanctity of my soil.
O Mejdlaya, record my joy,
Only for it has my hat been raised.
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