1. From the head of Beirut to the mouth of Larnaca
I have rubbed with the beauty a fire stick

2. And I have not stopped with the regrets whenever I slackened
I kindle them her height Roman and Kiniaka

3. If the glory and honor of youth is that a young man
Like Mustafa, whom fate has prevented from reaching

4. And every charming, slim beloved has set up
For his like on the path of love, traps