1. You spread over your pure ashes,
O Damascus ... Why should we start blaming?

2. My beloved ... you are, so lie down like a song
On my arm, and do not ask for the reason

3. You are all women ... No woman have I loved after you
Except I made her a lie

4. O Levant, my wounds have no banks
So wipe off my forehead the sorrow and fatigue

5. And take me back to the walls of my school
And bring back the ink, the chalk and the books

6. Those windows, how much treasure they buried
And how many memories of youth they left

7. And how many pictures I drew on their walls
And how many toys I broke on their shelves

8. I came from the womb of sorrows ... My homeland
I kiss the ground, the doors and the meteors

9. My love is here .. and my darlings were born here
So who will give me back the life that went away?

10. I am a whole tribe of lovers
And I watered the sea and the clouds with my tears

11. So every willow tree I turned into a woman
And every minaret I decorated with gold

12. These orchards were among my belongings
When I left Al-Fayhaa an expatriate

13. So no shirt of shirts do I wear
Except I find grapes on its threads

14. How many sailors ... and the worries of the land inhabit him
And escaping the fate of love never escaped

15. O Levant, where are Muawiyah's eyes
And where are those who crowded youth with fame?

16. So no dancing horses of Bani Hamdan
Prancing ... nor is Al-Mutanabbi filling Aleppo

17. And Khaled's grave in Homs we touch
So the grave trembles with anger from its visitors

18. O alive Lord ... marble is its dwelling
And O dead Lord ... on his feet stood up

19. O son of Al-Waleed ... Is there a sword for rent?
For all our swords have become wood

20. Damascus, O treasure of my dreams and my solace
Shall I complain of Arabism or shall I complain of the Arabs to you?

21. They flailed their whips in June on their backs
So they indulged, and kissed the hand that beat

22. And browsed history books, and were convinced
When were rifles found in books?

23. They gave Palestine colorful dreams
And fed it foolish words and sermons

24. And left Jerusalem naked in the mud
Making its dignity permissible to those who wanted...

25. Is there anything written from Palestine reassuring me?
About whom I wrote to ... and he did not write back?

26. And about lemon groves, and a dream
That moves away from me, the closer it gets

27. O Palestine ... who will send you a lily?
And who will rebuild the house that was destroyed?

28. You wandered on the sidewalk of tears searching
For affection, but did not find a father ...

29. Look around ... you find us in our shrines
One who worships sex, or one who worships gold

30. So one was blinded by bliss in his vision
So he bowed and gave the flirts everything he earned

31. And one bathing in oceans of oil
Finding the burlap clothes too tight so he wore velvet

32. And one narcissistic in his privacy
And one who drank the blood of the free

33. If those who slaughtered history are my lineage
Then I refuse lineage over the ages

34. O Levant, O Levant, there is no joy in my pocket
That I ask poetry to beg for joy

35. What shall I read from my poetry and literature?
The horses' hooves trampled literature where we are

36. And besieged us ... and hurt us ... so no pen
Spoke the truth except it was assassinated or crucified

37. O you who blame the slaughtered for his blood
And his artery bled, how easy is the blame

38. He who experienced being shackled does not forget his torment
And he who saw poison does not suffer like one who drank it

39. The rope of agony is wound around my neck
Who should blame the hanged if he is restless?

40. Poetry is not doves we fly
Toward the sky, nor a flute ... and the breeze of youth

41. But it is anger whose nails have grown long
How cowardly is poetry if it does not ride anger