1. How many times in Baalbek did I stand
Casting my eyes about, a wanderer,

2. While I turned them away, relating
Wondrous wonders, when it yields them.

3. I look upon my meadows and lodgings, remnants of a temple,
Among the most wondrous ruins and lands.

4. The green garden beneath a canopy
Of brilliant light in the tree branches,

5. And the plain unfolding after it
For eyes vistas without number.

6. So subtle the harmony between them that
The great distances vanished.