1. My alphabets are my seas, and poems are my bay
The "ta" is written, and the beginning is "la"

2. On my hand the angels inscribed letters
So lovers copied from my limbs

3. The wind of morning blew through my fingers
So everything I touched was fragranced

4. A child I am under the cloud.. a narcissus
Between a smooth rock and fresh air

5. I am a bird in Al-Quds like its Buraaq
Traveling so the Master of Israa ascends

6. This is the way for the ascending to their sanctity
With steps that split through Al-‘Unuqâ

7. The hot wind hummed through fingers
And violets dripped in the valleys

8. On my shirt the blood of the breeze’s violation
So banners rose high in the sky

9. A star on the cloud’s fire, its light scattering
A blaze burning the darkness of obscurities

10. It gathered beauty in the “Jeem” of its cloak which
Opened the borders of God in the horizons

11. Until it came near or moved away at the end
And shone behind its veil in the “Haa”

12. And it privately conversed with the Master then returned interceding
A light adorning the most pure horizons

13. My home here is the “Daal” of paths and return
To my coasts, my gambling, and my air

14. The “Thaal” ignites my pride’s fire whenever
I flare it with the melting of my call

15. I tied my banner at the peak of splendor
Waving amidst the throbs of my banner

16. And its youth in the land the day it dispersed
Mourning over he who dares shed my blood

17. And so the crawl of all my poetry is valid
And reversing letters in my structures permissible

18. We will be in the “Seen” of eternity, its secret
The return of the captive and the good news of bliss

19. And if our winds blow and our horses
Then our arrows target the brow of Al-Jawzâ`

20. The “Sheen” is my nation, and the windows that
Gleamed with the sun’s face for poets

21. Its balconies the confusion of hands, having
Nothing but the alleys of its wedding in the “Haa”

22. And here grass grows in the desert
As if it is Damascus that is in my imagination

23. The scent of God and palm tree of Az-Zurrâ`
It remains in us like the “Saad” of its boulders

24. A letter winging its star with my lights
The “Daad” is heaven’s orchard, and whenever

25. Its roses bloom, it beautifies my dictation
Pure it was, for it was Adam’s garden

26. Before the descent to the planet of fatigue
And he who was not touched by fire’s harm

27. Came to it pure and purified
Said wolves plot against the sons

28. And there the mother of Moses casts her son
And here the fires of the breastfeeding lady

29. No bird comes to tell a tale
Of a fireplace for tears in Az-Zahrâ`

30. Nor if the queen stutters when
Waters spilled from the marble of water

31. And I was here before they dreamed of it
So Jesus’ last supper was after my supper

32. And I witnessed Judas when he
Sold the Messiah for a fist of coal

33. And I am the one who made Mary cry the day
She clung, out of her sadness, to my gown

34. The Fatimas cried over my sister’s head
And saw the killers’ swords.. behind me

35. And it happens that the wolves betray, so whenever
They drank my arteries, my cup overflows

36. The “Faa” of misfortune I am and the “Qaaf” standing at resurrection
The “Yaa” calls in the distance.. the remote

37. The “Kaaf”, if the cross held it, I made it
A throne for the eternity of green bliss

38. The “Laam” of countries is ours and “Meem” of their tree-trunks
The “Noon” sapling of their roots and my appearing

39. And tomorrow a whale of a perilous sea will flee
The “Noon” kindling in veins of the “Baa”

40. For here fell the martyr’s heart, confused by
What shook my surroundings and pride’s rapture

41. And for it poetry is said to be for none but it
As it is the sky sleeping under a sky

42. And it’s valid I take a look at Al-Ma’arri
And see him generously inspire

43. Maybe if Qays came asking her
Who adorned him with necklaces of blazing ember

44. Through it the warblers completed their news
Of mothers of captivity and martyrdom

45. Of the wounded lily and a refugee doe
And of devastation in the fathers' ribs