1. Greetings to the abodes in lofty Jirun,
The passion of passions, and the darling of my eyes.

2. When my passion inclined me, my hands guided
The reins of desire in those meadows.

3. In Nayrab, then Migra, then Sarih, then Jam,
Views of the coasts of the bridge over the two bridges.

4. The palace, the prairie, the square, the heights
The lines of stars, moons, and my heart.

5. Al-Mataroun, then Dayr Yaya and its neighbors
Abl, then the meadows of the monastery of Qannoubin.

6. Those dwellings, not the valley of Al-Arak, nor
The sands of Musallah, nor the hills of Yabrine.

7. Alas! The fragrance of the mornings of spring in it
And the coolness of the breaths of the Tashreen breeze.

8. I long for the plateau of Darnah and the cedars of
Hermel, and most splendid are my travels in Srifine.

9. Far from the banks of the winding river is green
Gladdened and made joyful by the birds of the gardens.

10. It comes to Kafor of the deep dark eyes instead of
The hanging perfume of the cheeks of the wind.

11. It makes me pine for the land of Rum, what fame
Marran's monastery has in the festivals of Sha'ban!

12. Damascus revealed a remarkable spring, its maker
Comes to you at all times, never hidden.

13. Black ringlets upon red cheeks
Upon white smiles amidst green eyelids.

14. Verses of beauty, rich in themselves,
Beyond proof and reasoning therein.

15. As if its graces clarify for our eyes
Traces of the graces of the pride of religion and faith.

16. Ancient glory sees Sassan's position
Among the Maronites and Franj therein.

17. And an ambition that has soared to kingship crowns it
In the orbits of power and enablement.

18. Kingship is crowned by the crown of kings, eternally
A sun that has erased all influence and decoration.