1. Rejoice, O Damascus, with the heroes
The lion of the land, the hero of combat has returned

2. They have filled your citadel with brave men
Noble, generous men like no other men

3. Arise, O Damascus, and welcome
The nobility and the protectors of independence

4. Adorn your citadel with stars like flowers
And decorate the abodes of the heroes

5. And it is fitting that the foreheads of the free
Pure of deed, be crowned with the sun

6. They struggled with their souls and wealth until
They reached the summit of high loftiness

7. Their offering upon the altar of truth
Was the blood of brothers and sons

8. Their swords illuminated the darkness of injustice
And the path to perfection became clear

9. They never cared for artillery
Raining down terror and more terror

10. They endured as the sky rained fire upon them
That removes mountains before men

11. Oh valley of sorrows, wretched were your nights
Whose memory lives on in the mind

12. In them the noble suffered from hunger
And slept on gravel and sands

13. Age condemned him and poured upon him
Its calamities from all sides

14. And the heart is wounded, wound upon wound
From the cries of women and children

15. God knows what days have made them taste
Of their bitter poison and dark nights

16. That era assumed good tidings for them
And a government came to wrongdoing

17. Every unjust kingdom built on oppression
Is destined for downfall

18. O Arabs of Damascus, arise for the land
Beautified by God with brilliance and grace

19. Build the kingdom on justice and truth
And surround it with towering spears

20. No people's rights can live if they do not
Shield it with impartial swords

21. O symbol of glory, flutter over the ages
And remain lofty for generations to come

22. You are the symbol of our forefathers, the symbol of the Arabs
We ransom you with our precious souls