Here I come, sweet Morocco, rejoice!
O poetry, be joyful like the refreshing air!
I courted beloved cities within it,
I confided a secret to them...
My eyes might betray me.
This is Rabat, the love of a devoted heart.
I swear to God, Rabat, search for me!
I sang your glory in all the lands of exile.
I kept you awake through the days...
Spread your name upon my heart.
I loved your name...
And the letters are witnesses.
I extended my hand so that you might inscribe it.
Do not look at my face, for I am weeping.
These are the harbingers of my joy,
Do not be ashamed.
A house, white, its colour enchanted me.
Uncover its origin, O sun, with light.
And the axe, like a diamond,
Shone with brilliance.
And the diamond, a symbol of glory,
Will not be bribed.
A throne upon which the kingdom springs.
A virtue,
I run towards it like thirsty earth
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