1. I asked Damascus, the Levant, about the splendor of dawn
Did it disappear when Rashid al-Wali departed?

2. She said: Yes, it left, but Sami's son restored it
Majid, the paternal uncle and maternal uncle, brought it back to me

3. And so my morn became the light of my morn, and we no longer
See the night except in the lazy pupil