1. Ask the Halabi about Aleppo,
About its Turks, Aleppo,

2. I see Toqan burdened,
With the descent of the Karak exiled,

3. Are you not informing me of grief,
In your opinion which went away,

4. You forgot Marouzi and the day,
We spent with him which was plucked,

5. When he slaughtered chickens for us,
So his rooster became a widower,

6. Let's repay him for what he,
Aspired among us and what he gained,

7. With your poetry, it is a cure,
Of the truth which became obligatory,

8. Did the rooms not give you space,
You imagine their walls as deserts,

9. And you have pushed up your sleeves,
As if you are an angry poet,

10. If you contemplate a color,
We see the fire and the wood,

11. And if you complain of sorrows,
We called the woe and the war,

12. And we feared that death,
Had surprised you or anxiety,

13. And your drinking of the juice of dates,
Takes you after it to the fresh,

14. The beauties, if seen in Damascus,
Its people magnified astonishment,

15. Do you slumber away from your three,
Which you neglected playing,

16. In it what turns away the thirsty,
And takes away the yearning,

17. Loss from you, not intellect,
Did you bring, nor manners,