28/10/2025
A celebration of Morocco past, present, and future its land, people, and the unbreakable spirit.
From the Atlas peaks where eagles rise,
To golden dunes that kiss the skies,
Oceans roar in blue and green,
A land of wonders, fierce and free!
Centuries woven in every thread,
From Fes to Chefchaouen, stories unsaid,
From Laayoune to Oujda, a glory with a big flame
Hands paint zellige, drums call the sun,
Were the children of the brave we never run!
Were the children of lions we never retreat!
Ohhh, Morocco, fire in our veins!
From the desert winds to the coastal rains,
History beats in our heartbeat loud,
Stand tall, oh land we shout it proud!
Dima Maghrib! Dima Maghrib
Street vendors laugh, mint tea pours,
Dreamers hustle, open doors,
Youth write futures, ink meets steel,
A nation moves with wheels of zeal!
Cave of Hercules whispers our name,
Phoenician sails, Almoravid flame,
Now satellites reach for the stars,
But your soul? Still etched in Amazighs warriors scars
in Amazighs warriors scars
Ohhh, Morocco, fire in our veins!
Saharas song, the Rifs refrain,
From Roman walls to Stadium screens,
Were the past, the now the timeless dream!
Stand tall, oh land we shout it proud!
Dima Maghrib! Dima Maghrib
Ohhh, Morocco, fire in our veins!
Dima Maghrib
Were the children of the brave we never run!
Were the children of lions we never retreat!
Our souls Still etched in Amazigh warriors scars...
Med Laghdaf
