1. The cooing of the doves in their branches
Led the brother of longing to his longings

2. So he showed his tears and hid a moan
Fearing for the branches from being burnt

3. If the leaves cried with some of my tears
The boughs would gesture from their necks

4. So I wondered at her complaining and crying
Without sending tears into her pupils

5. Damascus was watered by Allah with rain
From the spout of a cloud pouring down

6. A city improved over any city
As if Paradise was one of its meadows

7. The meadows of Iraq wish that they
Were from it, yet ascribed to their Iraq

8. I complain of passions which a beauty complained
To the loved one of her passions

9. It is right that Badr al-Din be envied
By the full moons in their rising

10. His perfection is better than its perfection
Protecting for ages against its waning

11. Spring has pitched its tents in its meadows
And wishes were led to its markets

12. Allah chose him for the best of His earth
For nothing equals Syria in its horizons

13. He met Syria with an opinion which repaired
Affairs after the intensity of its breaking

14. He was not harsh in war, but harsh
Were his hands on the neck of disbelief

15. His days continued to be fortunate
Time does not break the strength of his pact