سقىmay water اللهُGod أياماًdays بغُوطةin the Ghouta of جِلَّقJilliq
سقى اللهُ أياماً بغُوطة جِلَّق
إِلىto أرضِهاits land الميثاءِsoft-soiled مسرىthe path of travel تفرجيmy leisurely rambles
إِلى أرضِها الميثاءِ مسرى تفرجي
May God water the days in the Ghouta of Jilliq,
God watered days with abundant rain
The path of my leisurely rambles led to its soft-soiled land,
To her good land an outing I took
إِلىto تلعاتhillocks السفحthe mountain foot منof قاسيونهاits Qasioun
إِلى تلعات السفح من قاسيونها
مدارجpathways داريperfumer الصباthe east wind المتأرجfragrant
مدارج داري الصبا المتأرج
To the hillocks at the foot of its Qasioun,
To the hills below from her Qasyun
The pathways of the east wind, that fragrant perfumer,
Stairs of my youth home perfumed
إِلىto مرجهاits meadow الموشىembroidered غبafter سمائهits rain
إِلى مرجها الموشى غب سمائه
إِلىto روضهاits garden الأحوىdark green الأغنlush and humming المدبّجbrocade-adorned
إِلى روضها الأحوى الأغن المدبّج
To its meadow, embroidered in the wake of its rain,
To her pasture filled below its sky
To its dark-green, lush, humming garden, clad in brocade.
To her most beautiful meadow embellished
Sol 6.1