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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؟

Ḥumāt ad-diyāri ʿalaykum salām
ʾAbat ʾan taḏilla n-nufūsu l-kirām
ʿArīnu l-ʿurūbati baytun ḥarām
Wa-ʿaršu š-šumūsi ḥiman lā yuḍām

Rubūʿu š-šaʾāmi burūju l-ʿalā
Tuḥākī s-samāʾa bi-ʿālī s-sanā
Fa-ʾarḍun zahat bi-š-šumūsi l-wiḍā
Samāʾun la-ʿamruka ʾaw ka-s-samā

Rafīfu l-ʾamānī wa-xafqu l-fuʾād
ʿAla ʿalamin ḍamma šamla l-bilād
ʾAmā fīhi min kulli ʿaynin sawād
Wa-min dami kulli šahīdin midād?

Nufūsun ʾubātun wa-māḍin majīd
Wa-rūḥu l-ʾaḍāhī raqībun ʿatīd
Fa-minnā l-Walīdu wa-minnā r-Rashīd
Fa-lim lā nasūdu wa-lim lā nashīd?

[ħumaːt ad.dijaːri ʕalejkum salaːm]
[ʔabat ʔan taðil.lan nufuːsul kiraːm]
[ʕariːnul ʕuruːbati bejtun ħaraːm]
[wa ʕarʃuʃ ʃumuːsi ħiman laː judˤaːm]

[rubuːʕuʃ ʃaʔaːmi buruːd͡ʒul ʕalaː]
[tuħaːkiːs samaːʔa biʕaːliːs sanaː]
[faʔardˤun zahat biʃ ʃumuːsil widˤa]
[samaːʔun laʕamruka ʔaw kas samaː]

[rafiːful ʔamaːni wa χafqul fuʔaːd]
[ʕalaː ʕalamin dˤamːa ʃamlal bilaːd]
[ʔamaː fiːhi min kulli ʕajnin sawaːd]
[wa min dami kul.li ʃahiːdin midaːd]

[nufuːsun ʔubaːtun wa maːdˤin mad͡ʒiːd]
[wa ruːhul ʔadˤaːħi raqiːbun ʕatiːd]
[famin.naːl waliːdu wa min.naːr raʃiːd]
[falim 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!