1. Oh how I wish I were with you in the gardens of Damascus
With its blossoming meadows full of vitality

2. With water flowing over its plain
As if from the river of paradise

3. With its streams flowing like silver threads
Glory to Him who is its Creator and Artisan

4. With its gentle, fragrant breeze
That makes you forget musk and ambergris

5. And the birds singing melodiously
With soft voices surpassing those of singers

6. Bringing joy to ascetics, uplifting their state
Among invocations and contemplations

7. Whatever pious man you find in it
Or warrior in the peak of strength

8. Where is Rusafa, Sudair and Sha’b Buwa
If you compare them fairly to Damascus