The sweet dew.. Of times gone by..
The silent promises.. Of day and night..
And still tomorrow has the brightest sky..
In every passing wish.. In every flicker of light..
Oh Bahrain..
The rhythm of heartbeats.. Making us complete..
Weaved in the gulf.. A path.. A luminous sight..
Where the sun rises, and the souls dive..
Catching waves of pearly tunes,
swaying shores and joyful twilights..
Oh can you see.. The apple of my eye..
My bahrain..
- Derived from a poem written by Dr. Zuhair Othman.