1. How many flowers in the gardens have, for the onlooker,
A glance, a yearning, and a blossoming cheek.

2. The branches were adorned with their foliage,
Fragrant and embellished with gems.

3. What they made and what came with them,
To God - in "Al-Ghouta" the hand of early spring made.

4. It laid out the carpet of an abundant meadow over the soil,
Green in it every blossoming color.

5. Of red cochineal and yellow saffron,
Or blue lapis lazuli and white camphor.

6. It clothed and adorned its generous trees,
Revealing its brides in splendid attire.

7. The garlanded with a flowery crown,
Fluttering earrings and bangled wrists.

8. Their branches let down a shaded shade,
Speckles, trains, and excess fabric.

9. Greet the gardens of "Al-Ghouta" and its generosity,
Tolerant leaders of the raining clouds.

10. A dream of creativity in which a vision appears,
Without which the imagination of the poet despairs.

11. The flowers scattered in its atmospheres,
Strewn like the fluttering butterfly.

12. An art that the breeze makes sway as if
The exhale of a cool, fragrant breath.

13. The foreheads of flowers knew from the dewdrop
Entwined necks and passionate gazes.

14. Like a virgin whose forehead blushes for shyness
Sweat when pulled to the breast of an embracer.

15. And when the winds moan, the dew falls
From every blossom like a pouring teardrop.

16. And you see the waves when the winds whisper
Undulating like the running brook.

17. And the anemones in its valleys
Are like chopped up livers and cleaved breasts.

18. And the sun through the branches on the ground
Like coins a sprinkling hand scattered.

19. And you see the streams like the train of a gown,
Going straight and meandering.

20. And the ducks in their ponds like ships
Extending necks, having wings and beaks.

21. The mirror of my dreams and the pasture of my youth,
It is my heart, nay, the delight of my sight.

22. In every melody of my heart there is a branch,
And with every valley a thought of mine wanders.

23. My imagination almost overlooks me in
Its spaces from a region or visitor.

24. How many rounds for me, then the steps of the lost
Among the beauties like the wandering butterfly.

25. On every side a puller leads me
To a blossoming scene of splendor and charm.

26. The flowers greet me with a smiling mouth
And blushing cheek and languid eyelid.

27. I see the branches like outstretched arms
To embrace after long estrangement.

28. In every flourishing quarter a stop for me,
The stop of the enchanted with the sorcerer.

29. As for eras, though their era is old,
Are the rhyme of the forgetful and the care of the reminiscent.

30. "Rise on the outskirts of 'Qasioun' and be amazed by it,
It overlooks the work of the Capable Creator."

31. A basin like the loftiness of domes near it,
Of the tall, beautiful houri-like pillars.

32. "And Damascus between the gardens is a ship,"
Which sailed atop the high, abundant waves.

33. The eye does not discern in its thickets,
No matter how it searches beginning to end.

34. The north mountains appear with a turban,
Its parting whitened and bare pate wrinkled.

35. The birds converse in its branches,
With a caller, cooer, or whistler.

36. O my Lord, the black-gowned loosened
Her skirt and rang with a deep-drinking eye.

37. Dyed palms relating a tale,
Glistening with the red of pillows and fingers.

38. A quail turns with a fearful,
Vigilant glance to left and right.

39. She sang a tune that stirs passions
And from dormant rapture provokes consciences.

40. Flowing with tears and the blaze of agony,
Like the yearning of a longing one and the groan of a groaner.

41. If only man had the livelihood of birds,
The bird - if you saw - has the happiest life.