1. O Damascus, O bearer of the sword, glory has not been absent
O you are the speech of glory in books

2. Before you, history was in darkness
After you, it took over meteors

3. I have a spring hidden in you
My heart is full of fatigue

4. The day when the ground is the carpet of the sky
And the black spears are in the tents

5. Twist your waist, and I lament to
The melody of the flute, won't you sob

6. I'm in your shadow, O its hump
I count the stars in my play

7. The memory was good, so who is coming back
To me like the lute to happiness?

8. Damascus, its people greeted you when they were
in peril, my heart in perils

9. I love my loved ones, my poetry is for them
Just like my sword and my father's sword

10. My voice from you, O coolness
Just like your spring from my clouds

11. The snow of Mount Hermon fed us together
Lofty like glory in domes

12. And the world lined up tomorrow a mountain
Playing with the wind and the luggage