دعني من الربع ومن نعتِ الدمَن

ومن طلول قد تعفّت للزَمَن

Leave me be, from these lands where blood was spilled

Spare me the campsite and the naming of the traces,

And from ruins long abandoned, weathered by time

And the withered ruins that time has long effaced,

واخلع لمَن تهواه في الحبِّ الرسَن

Take off the veil for whom your heart desires

Cast off the halter for the one your love embraces.