سعيد عقل

أنا هذا

A fortuneteller told me that you are the path

تشرد

You pointed to the cottage glowing with roses

قرأت مجدك في قلبي وفي الكتب

I read your glory in my heart and in books

شام يا ذا السيف

O Damascus, O bearer of the sword, glory has not been absent

ليلية