T he meadows are clothed with flocks And the valleys are covered with grain; They shout for joy, yes, they sing.
تَكتَسِي المُرُوجُ بِقُطعانِ الغَنَمِ. وَبِالحُبُوبِ تَتَغَطَّى الوِديانُ. تَهتِفُ وَتُغَنِّي.