عَصرت ماءَ حُسنِهِ الأَيّام

عَصرت ماءَ حُسنِهِ الأَيّام

وَاِنحَنى كَالقسي مِنهُ القَوام

وَاِنحَنى كَالقسي مِنهُ القَوام

The days wrung the water from his beauty.

The days have squeezed the water of his beauty,

And his frame bent like bows.

And his stature bent like a willow branch.

كانَ ظبياً جُفونَهُ شرك العَق

كانَ ظبياً جُفونَهُ شرك العَق

ل وَغُصناً عَلَيهِ بَدر تَمام

ل وَغُصناً عَلَيهِ بَدر تَمام

He was a gazelle, his eyelids a snare for the mind,

He was a gazelle whose eyelids were a hunting ground,

and a bough bearing a full moon.

And a branch graced by the fullness of the moon.

كانَ صُبحاً مِن كُل لَيلة عيدٍ

كانَ صُبحاً مِن كُل لَيلة عيدٍ

كانَ شَمساً بِزول مِنهُ الظَلام

كانَ شَمساً بِزول مِنهُ الظَلام

He was a dawn from every festival night.

He was a morning in every festive night,

He was a sun that made the darkness vanish.

He was a sun dispelling the darkness.

ذَهبت دَولة الجَمال وَوَلَّت

ذَهبت دَولة الجَمال وَوَلَّت

فَعَلى شامِنا السَلام السَلام

فَعَلى شامِنا السَلام السَلام

The reign of beauty has gone and passed away.

The rule of beauty has departed and turned away,

So farewell to our Sham—farewell!

So peace, peace be upon our Syria.