1. What the morning breeze whispered to you secretly,
It only flaunted to you while intoxicated.

2. And though it pretends to be sleepy, it has
Brought a breeze from sweet basil and perfume.

3. And the lightning that stayed up night after night
Learning new kinds of betrayal.

4. It folds up the train of darkness and illuminates the desert
Until the specter thinks it's the dawn.

5. So when will it know loyalty? It only remembers
To blame you and make excuses for you.

6. And if you have not found your sorrows to be free,
Then die with your sorrows in freedom!

7. O my friend! I have grown weary of my wishes
And spent a lifetime being content.

8. So unleash whatever you want from the bondage of captivity,
For we are captives of anxiety and grief.

9. The expanse of prosperity has increased upon it
As the darkness stretched over the stars – yearning.

10. The countries are expansive, yet they yield
Only a trace of generosity over barren land.

11. So excuse it if it falls short, for it has undertaken
A difficult set of demands and presented its case.

12. Time has reduced its share of sons,
So it seeks a share, people and an era.

13. By my life! The victorious king is enough for it,
So let us be more forgiving.

14. It has grazed in his meadows,
Lavishing it with praise and mention.

15. And his generosity flowed to it from afar
As the breeze carries fragrance.

16. And the harbor of glorious deeds was filled
As it revived the face of the times radiantly.

17. A celestial rising in which flashes
A lightning bolt of generosity they named "good news".

18. And clouds, when gloom gathers,
Are more deserving for it to unleash torrents.

19. The tall one outdoes the tall again and again
And leaves the Indian behind in traces and traces.

20. Glory upon you, O Banu Fazarah! Its renown
Has fortified and enlightened you with the full moon.

21. Wealthy without the gifts of singers, for
The lake has become an ocean.

22. The inspired son and fertile meadow have settled in you
When his life was not settled.

23. A cloudburst that initiates generosity, and within it
Lightning that sometimes kindles ember.

24. So its water flowed as white gifts
And its fire ignited crimson ships.

25. We knew his gentle rain, how it prays,
And we knew his clouds, how they shower.

26. So we found its wing in peace to be sweet
And saw its sharpness in war to be bitter.

27. The fortunes of time bring misery and bounty
And the ways of fate bring benefit and harm.

28. People knew how he strives for glory
Yet they slept as captives and prisoners.

29. And I see in his generosity every excuse
As if they are gifts coming and going.

30. And if he counts Hamid, Ali,
Sulayman, Nada, Ka’b and Bakr

31. A blessing none but his palms have found
So wonder at it, both settled and nomad.

32. He surpassed the people at first and last
And contained glorious deeds, nomad and city dweller.

33. Hardships have come to Syria since you left
After which no ease is seen from the hardship.

34. The Romans know your sword protects them
So they have attempted something in your absence.

35. And the warriors have surrendered to peace
Fleeing from the piercing and disbelief.

36. And when the lair was empty of the beast
The leucrocotta raided and nested in it.

37. Your galloping steeds have accustomed them
To the terror of flight, and your horses have instilled panic in them.

38. And your citadels have protected you since
Your sharp swords have forcibly seized them.

39. They marched from the valley towards them
And they found them in Latakia with bright swords.

40. Racing horses, except they openly hunt prey
And a fifth who flung a line across the coast, and in the capitals, a line.

41. Its spear bent inebriated, drinking nothing
But the blood of horsemen in wine.

42. Led by one with resolute determination and opinion
When the foot of the warrior was unsteady.

43. Experiences have refined his intellect until
They have torn away the unseen before him.

44. God raised from your banners when
It was honor for the Muslims and victory.

45. You have reached such virtue that is beyond praise, so
I do not set forth except loyalty and gratitude.

46. Sighs I have embellished from passion
Though they are crude poetry in the ears.

47. And praise as if the dawn has emerged radiant
And the meadow blossomed and flourished.

48. It tells people that remembering your kindness is an obligation
And that my praise holds magic.