1. In Baalbek is the garden of dreams
I always prefer it

2. Oh, what a peerless garden
Its eyes flow freely

3. Its waters like purified honey
Describing it in poetry does not do justice

4. Its breezes heal the ailing
With unparalleled remedy

5. Its trees provide shade without blame
From the heat of the sun every day

6. Its food would truly satisfy
If its chef perfected the skill

7. For he can make it colorful
Except he counts tricks as arts

8. So its fat turns to crows
And its cream tastes like sour milk

9. When he mistakes fat for the taste of death
And sees no frying except with oil

10. Nothing equals fat in cooking
When flavor flows for the connoisseurs

11. And oil, if cheap in price
Has a taste like aloe

12. But if he loves thriftiness
To profit the owner indeed

13. Then the desired hotel, no matter how expensive
Good cooking is the priority