1. A life we do not want a companion for,
And a world we do not wish to depart from,

2. And a living amidst the fundamentals of death is poisonous,
Even if its essence extends shade.

3. And days that fly with us like clouds,
And even if they seem to creep slowly.

4. We show it in conscience passion and love,
And we let it hear complaining and boredom.

5. Short when we frolic in it,
Long when we cut it off with deeds.

6. And life did not weary us, but
The crowds of evil narrowed its scope.

7. And it did not kill its children with comfort,
But they raced death, fighting.

8. If people increased life with effort,
And sincerity, it would increase their beauty.

9. As if God, when He divided great things,
Reserved perfection for the people of duty.

10. You see them serious, and you do not see them
Obsessed with trivialities and busyness.

11. And they are not the most luxurious of the living,
But the most blissful of the living.

12. When they act, they are the best of people in action,
And if they speak, they are the most eloquent in speech.

13. And if homelands asked them, they gave
Free blood, and sons, and money.

14. O children of the dear homeland, the condolence of a neighbor
Whose tenderness tears have streamed down.

15. Yesterday it fulfilled the right of the heroes,
And today it held the martyrs as precious.

16. It respects every intellectual effort,
Whether it is peace or fighting.

17. And we do not cease, when calamities strike,
To be like the most merciful house.

18. And I have forgotten the harm from enviers,
And I do not forget favors and deeds.

19. I remembered the festival, and it has appeared,
And the two Easts have come and followed.

20. And my home between the weddings of rhymes,
And the sky has been adorned that cannot be transcended.

21. In the crowds came to me a whiff
Of the free that you would think is a mirage.

22. Messenger of the steadfast, he touched weariness
And conveyed the greeting and question to me.

23. He came near me and handed me a book,
And my hands felt its majesty.

24. I found the blood of lions on it to be musk,
While the essence of musk is the gazelle.

25. As if the names of heroes in it
Are doves on lined paper in succession.

26. Reciters of my poems have chanted them
And sung them with tongues and blades.

27. When they planted the spear they moved to them,
So they were for them in tents a transfer.

28. O children of Syria, unite like a day
You went out seeking through it combat.

29. Ask free radiant freedom about us
And you - has it let us taste connection?

30. And have we attained today except
The futilities of promises and procrastination?

31. You knew its dowry so you endowed it with blood
That dyed the wrists and thickets.

32. And you stood up for it until you bloodied
Its noble escutcheons and strongholds.

33. Leave someone in people enchanted, cowardly,
Saying war has been a scourge.

34. Should a people ask for their right with the soul
Then you hear someone saying they took misguidance?

35. And be a wall with no cracks in it,
And a row that is not mended with cowards.

36. And live in the shadows of peace steadfastly,
For peace is not weakness and reliance.

37. But the farthest of the two days in range,
And the best of them for you in advice and family.

38. War is not the vessel of every day,
Nor blood made permitted at every time.

39. I will remember as long as I live the wall of a grave
At the surface of Jilliq ascended the sands.

40. Remaining as long as Maysalun remained,
Mentioning the death of the young lion.

41. It has inspired me with what saddened me,
As graves inspire the bereaved.

42. The grandeur of grandeurs disappeared in it,
And the first master met spears.

43. As if his daughters raised a minaret
Of sincerity or erected a statue.

44. The lantern of truth in the desolate wilderness,
Tempests dread its fuel.

45. You see the light of creed in its burial chamber
And the shadows split at its sides.

46. He walked and battalions from France walked
Dragging the fringes of victory arrogantly.

47. They filled the air with fluttering weapons
And faced the earth with heavy weapons.

48. And they sent winds upon him as fire,
Yet the south and north winds did not care.

49. Ask him, did he dismount in gusts
Of fires whose feet shook the mountains?

50. He stood his ground, attacking and counterattacking,
Until the sun disk disappeared, so he disappeared.

51. And he cried, "We see him in death's shackle,
And you do not see submissiveness or bending."

52. So he was enshrouded with blades and loftiness,
And buried where he wandered and where he rested.

53. When generations pass by him, you will hear
From them a buzz and supplication.

54. A cross clung in their consciences,
And a crescent hovered in their mysteries.