1. O Wunah and her yearning from my conscience
From the heat of my passion she came alive, oh woe

2. Wunah who was in a faraway land
With no friend to treat her with his medicine

3. They attacked him with cavalry squadrons
The poor one saw death with his eyes

4. Wunah was struck, between life and death
And parted from her beloved since the days of his youth

5. No female camels yearn like her, their longing
Censuring the skin of their cheeks as they moan

6. Copious tears ulcerate their eyelids
From above the cheeks they dug channels

7. My wounded cheeks, my teary eyes from crying
Where blood mixes with their tears

8. If she fell asleep and slumber forgot her
On the eyelid wakefulness remained

9. No female gazelles, like her, cry their wailing
For their brother, when fate took him

10. Fortune betrayed, deceitful traitor, the young man
Still tossing like a grain husk

11. The white nights do not come, a quarter is blackness
When time itself is against him

12. O fire of my heart, everything I say you extinguish
The air in my ribs flares up intensely

13. If people do not blame me for companionship
And if the heart is silent, its affliction grows

14. Lamenting abundantly does not benefit the loser
Even if he cuts his hands in regret

15. As the knives have tested me, O people
Like those the people have always examined

16. But patience is always best, my friend
Buckets of water to extinguish its embers

17. O can it be the nights will become accustomed to us
And the cane stalk wraps around us

18. And we are brought maidens in safety and purity
What the sorrowful heart hopes for

19. O can it be we will enjoy seeing our country
After this sadness, O woe

20. And see the meadows and our hearts rejoice
And see a group of Druze together

21. We ask the leader of the faith from the rest of the scholars
Who were confused and today woke up

22. And we treat well those who were good to us from the scholars
As for the wicked, leave them to their wickedness

23. A day must come when the sorrowful one chirps
And his trivial sadness lifts from his heart

24. Except, O messenger pigeons, deliver my message
Greet Ihya and the children with him

25. Greet them a thousand thousand salutations
As many as they walked through the wilderness and wasteland

26. And kiss the cheeks of our little daughters
Orphans with no mother or father

27. And say, your father is in a faraway land
Yearning for you, clinging to life

28. Crying incessantly since parting from you
Swearing his nights do not pass with dry eyes

29. Oh my regret, lifelong since your separation
If this was the decree of the Lord of the Throne

30. And from there go, Mudam, to our country
Oh how we have drunk its waters

31. You will find the council registers open
My Lord, do not be stingy to those who built it

32. With their quarters they hosted all conditions
With rice, chickens and fragrant coffee

33. Their faces laughing and sweet is their generosity
I ask the Most Generous to honor them

34. And help the afflicted one with his affliction
They are the sons of Ma'rouf, who's essence is blood

35. It's on the threshing floors their foundation is built
The nobility of horsemen, the courage of ministers

36. How often for them is the spoils of war
How often have they opened the storehouses

37. And do not ask for their price or value
How many hungry did they raise in their homes

38. In prosperity, with no years of drought or scarcity
Protecting glory with sword and spear

39. How many foreheads have they stained with blood
They inherited the threshing floors from their fathers and ancestors

40. By deeds like the sun that does not disappear
From the homes of Hani and Ibn Yasser and others

41. And Al Khidr and Al Miqdad do not forget them
These are our pillars and these are our qualities

42. No one resembles us from any scholars
And how many newcomers have they saved

43. Who would have been oppressed by mighty kings
After this speech, deliver my message

44. And my words they will understand their meaning
Greet them, my messenger, all of them

45. From the devout to the prestigious
Wake, do not trust the Turks

46. Whoever trusts the Turks meets disaster without power
And conclude my words with prayers upon the Prophet

47. Al Mustafa who will intercede for us tomorrow