1. I yearn for the beauty betrayed
By the hands of death that gave her drink.

2. She who when unleashed
Would decimate the ranks of her foes.

3. I grieve her valor and grace,
Her steadfast loyalty I lament.

4. Like the wind in its gusts, a lion
In its pounces, lightning in its flash.

5. The arrow of fate bloodied her beak,
Her talons white as an antelope's flank, her wings.

6. The light of dawn adorned her chest when
She took on the sky's hue, her eyes gilded.

7. A mare she was, when she charged at dawn
The arrow of death feared to meet her.

8. Ask the procession of horses when she charged them,
The sword of fate restrained her.

9. By the oath and the right hand of the deadly one
Whose glory dawned, his master adored.

10. The visionary Jumblatt desired
With his noble acts and abundant rain of generosity.

11. Why should I not mourn for Qaqoona
Except with pride has Zarqa now become.

12. A beauty with the moon's palm patterns her chest
In signs of radiant beauty and light.

13. As if the summer night before its dawn
Robed her in the sky's lucid azure.

14. If she stirred above the stars a claw
She'd make the ravens scatter, even fear her.

15. In her is solace for the beauty that perished when
The turtledoves came and for her, sacrificed.