1. The lightning from al-Fayha' moistened me,
And your love has roused me, Oh Damascus!
ูก. ุดุฌุงูู ู
ูู ุฑูุจุง ุงูููุญุงุกู ุจูุฑููู
ููููููุฌููู ุบูุฑุงู
ููู ูุง ุฏูู
ูุดููู
2. I longed for union though it was delayed,
And it set my passion aflame, ardently in love.
ูข. ุชููููููุจูุชู ุงูููุตุงูู ูุฅูู ุชูู
ุงุฏูู
ูุฃุดูุนููู ู
ูููุฌูุชู ูููููู ูุนูุดููู
3. Is Ghutah truly a paradise for me
And a part of the eternal gardens for me?
ูฃ. ุฃุญูููุง ุบููุทุฉู ุงูููุฑูุฏูููุณู ุฏูููู
ูุฏููู ู
ูู ุฌููุงูู ุงูุฎูููุฏู ุดููููุ
4. When I walk in the lands of ash-Shaam,
Do my wings flutter for it in the air?
ูค. ููู ุฃูุง ูู ุฏูุงุฑู ุงูุดููุงู
ู ุฃูู
ุดู
ูุฃุฌูุญุชู ููุง ูู ุงูุฌูููู ุฎูููููุ
5. Peace upon you, Oh Damascus, until
Lightning flashes through your sky because of it.
ูฅ. ุณูุงู
ู ูุง ุฏูู
ูุดููู ุนูููู ุญุชููู
ูููููุญู ุนูู ุณูู
ุงุฆููู ู
ููููู ุจูุฑููู
6. Oh home of every handsome youth
Who has precedence on the page of great men.
ูฆ. ุฃูุง ูุง ุฏุงุฑู ูููู ูุชูู ุฌู
ููู
ูู ูู ุตูููุญูุฉู ุงูุนูุธูู
ุงุกู ุณูุจููู
7. And cradle of beauties for every heart
Whose right cannot be denied or broken.
ูง. ูู
ูููุฏู ุงููุงุชูุงุชู ููููููู ูููุจู
ูุญูููููู ูุง ููุถุงู
ูุ ููุง ููุนูููู
8. I was pleased that love has gently captured me,
And that this gentleness has no freedom.
ูจ. ุฑูุถููุชู ูููุงูู ููุฃุณูุฑููู ุฑููููุง
ููุง ูุฃุชู ููุฐุง ุงูุฑููููู ุนูุชููู
9. I am Waddah and I came with my passion
And the East is behind me from the lands of Arabs.
ูฉ. ุฃูุง (ููุถููุงุญู) ุฌูุฆุชู ุนูู ุบูุฑุงู
ู
ูุฎููู ู
ูู ุฏูุงุฑู ุงูุนูุฑูุจู ุดูุฑููู
10. Sanaa which polished my swords
Has a place in the cheek of the two moons.
ูกู . ูุตูุนุงุกู ุงูููุชู ุตูููููุชู ุณููููู
ููุง ูู ููุฌูููุฉู ุงูููู
ูุฑููููู ุดูููู
11. The breezes carry to me from its morning
Morning dew that has depth in the heart.
ูกูก. ุชูุญูู
ูููููู ุงููููุณุงุฆู
ู ู
ูู ุตูุจุงูุง
ุตูุจุงุจุงุชู ููุง ูู ุงููููุจู ุนูู
ููู
12. So in the box are secrets and poetry
And in the box are emotions and gentleness.
ูกูข. ููู ุงูุตูููุฏููู ุฃุณุฑุงุฑู ูุดูุนุฑู
ููู ุงูุตูููุฏููู ุนุงุทูุฉู ูุฑููููู
13. How many mothers of sons I see but
โHearts are like rocks, they do not soften.โ
ูกูฃ. ููู
ุฃูู
ูู ุงูุจูููู ุฃุฑู ููููู
ยซูููุจูุง ูุงูุญูุฌุงุฑุฉู ูุง ุชูุฑููููยป