1. May the Syrian lightning flash and its clouds rumble,
So the fortresses of heat and their expanses wither,

2. And the morning breeze blows gently on both its sides,
As if it was let loose from a Hadhrami cloak and its wraps.

3. My friend, I have nothing to do with the peninsula, I do not see
Any phantom of water that would please me with its reproach.

4. So one who hopes to spend the night as a guest,
In the plateau without the downpours of its rain,

5. When the mountains of Rayyan appear, their domes shine,
To my eyes, and their plateaus on Sanir shine.

6. And a wind blew to us, coming from the heat,
Talking about what its wraps had carried.

7. And the snow-capped mountains bloomed like flowers, as if
They are remnants of white hair faded from henna.

8. And the palaces of the Gouta appeared as if they were
Ships on a sea whose foam was turbulent.

9. And an eagle turned away from the praying-place in the morning
As clouds turned away the light of day.

10. I kissed the ground seeking remedy in its soil,
But who do I have to cure my sickness with his soil?

11. And asking about us - no ignorance remains
Which I uncovered, so its doubts disappeared.

12. And I remembered the days of Damietta between us
And the enemy, while its stakes plummeted.

13. And an army whose chests mixed with our chests,
With an army of enemies defeated and subdued.

14. The tips of the spears were darkened with blood,
And the noble one was unrecognized by his kin.

15. We routed every attacker and every coward recoiled,
We left them in the land and sea as flesh

16. Shared by its whales and wolves.
And a day at Qaimoon, its waves swelled with

17. The blue of its enemies, and its path narrowed.
We scattered the honored heads in the valley,

18. For each brother of terrible might and strong build.
We pleased the kings of the earth with loot and spears,

19. So those from every region submitted to us.
How many young men did the swords mark their necks,

20. And how many gray-haired men did henna color?
And how many times did we raid the land of honored tribes,

21. Not departing until their buildings collapsed!
And how many days of horror, our space narrowed,

22. We stayed patient, while death burned its fangs!
Walking under the banner with a praised one,

23. Noble, pure are his clothes.
Noble like the chest of Samahri, polished are

24. His quarters, good natured, pure his inner essence.
From the people, warrior of calamities, glorious,

25. Traced back in lineage to the generous Ayyubs.
He relieved the straits of the people through his spears,

26. And scattered the unity of disbelief through his attacks.
And the face of religion after its gloominess

27. Became serene, without him, its depression would have prolonged.
A jihad for the sake of God, supporting His religion,

28. And in obedience to God Almighty, seeking His reward.
I protected the sanctuary of Islam, so religion is safe,

29. Repelling its extremities, fearing its side.
I wanted none but your wellbeing,

30. For the sake of this religion, not abundant wealth as its reward.