Haven't you been a sail directed towards the whole world very close to distant lands? 
Haven't you been the bride of sea and land? 
Haven't you been the sunrise of God in the dawn of dynasties? 
You were the begging of life and the first step of a green bud 
You were some fires egos and the secret of the world written on a sandy book 
Salaam to those paths passed through the history compass, 
Salaam to those melancholic Shanasheel 
Salam to those tales we planted once on your green beach
Springs whose sources are tears plant some intimate palms
A river entertaining the whole world
A dream of colorful secrets
Here passed many sultans
Here people listened to al Seyab singing in an overwhelming sound and a historical tune