1. There is no place in all the world
Like Damascus in my eyes

2. And my love for it would solace me
On the path of God were I to lose it

3. Piety is the root and he who
Abandons it will suffer misery

4. How many a lovely one has been
Distracted from it by the arrow of raiding

5. And copying the white script distracts me
From it with pens my instructor