1. It is the abode, so inhale the fragrance from its soil
You will find its dust to be musk when inhaled

2. An abode, whenever a zephyr blows through it
It stirs a scent from its soil and ambergris

3. The deer herd avoids it while often
I knew it to host the deer, the doe and the fawn

4. It renews my passion for me in stops
I carried to it in love travel and night journey

5. And how many a night I spent in its expanses
For the goodness of proximity I did not know fatigue in it

6. I observe the rising full moon in its darkness
And I pick in it the juicy green branch

7. And I pluck the picking of roses in the rose garden of Raqqa
It appears to the green conversation as red

8. And I sip, like carnelian, pure wine
And I kiss the likeness of the bright wild anemone

9. May Allah water those abodes with clouds
Of pouring rain, felicitous, with aromatic fragrance

10. And the meadow flowed from it, so that you see it has
A breeze like the breaths of perfumed wraps