My love flourishes in you,
O land of fathers and grandfathers,
O Mejdlaya...
O my village, glorified forever
By the awakened dreams of your sons,
Written with the sweat of their brows
As a comfort to them,
Drawn in the deserts of their exile
As oases that refresh and provide shade.
I eagerly hid my eyes
To unveil them at the moment
Of manifestation before you!
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