شمسِك
يا
بلدي
عكا
Your sun, oh my city Akka
ما
بتتغطى
بشماسي
Cannot be covered by parasols
والقمر
العالي
فوقك
And the high moon above you
ما
بتمحيه
ِ
المآسي
Tragedies cannot erase it
ولو
كثروا
هموم
الدنيا
And if the world's worries multiply
أنت
ِ
أمي
اللي
بتواسي
You are my mother who comforts