1. I read your glory in my heart and in books
Damascus, what is glory? You are the eternal glory

2. When the full moon rises over Barada
I feel your flags fluttering over the blaze

3. The capital of the world tied here
The resolve of the Umayyads to the resolve of eras

4. It called and rushed to India and Andalusia
Like a flood of youths with spears and staves

5. It left its mark on the peaks of history
And taught that glory comes through conquest

6. Poetry is the condition for glorious conquest, it was improvised
Exalted on heights, aspiring to the highest domes

7. Victory is hers, nothing more splendid, though
An age of misfortunes threatens her

8. Victory for the high of head is destined
Sweet as death, if death comes you do not flee

9. Damascus, land of glories steeped
In blood the sun pours out in floods

10. The twenty fifth reminded you of its revolt
That awakening of the world to tremble

11. Break the iron, your sacred covenants the tribes arose
For the state of the sword, a sword in battle they brought

12. And left for the people a harsh morrow
A mount like Sinai of the Tablets and triumph

13. Damascus... the word Damascus shook in my heart
Like the shaking of cedar boughs in the breezes

14. I placed your love in my sighs and intensified them
I was troubled in sighs, so you were glory in my trouble