1. I am in Damascus while love is in Iraq
Bound by my youth in shackles

2. With yearning I quench my thirst with my tears
If only their coldness could quench my yearning

3. The parting knows not the agony of love
It would not part lovers if it only knew

4. I will invoke curses upon this parting and pray
For reunion, hoping for the days of reunion

5. Surely He who ordained this parting is able
To make separation taste its own torment