1. Leave Damascus and its lands alone
Do not unveil its pains and sorrows

2. Arab in lineage, it revels in battle cry
Pagan or Muslim, such is its nature

3. When held tight by a powerful ruler
It rises against the oppressor in its reins

4. It turns to him with swords as if
Molded by its resolve and daring

5. The dark tents clustered around its domes
The white glistening in the shade of its tents

6. The mighty wished to control it
Yet it rebelled against its rulers

7. If the crowned pushed away its needs
It asked with the edge of its swords

8. The raids of its zealous heroes a feast
The blood of sacrifices fills its cups

9. I saw it, a thirsty soul seeking glory
With spilled blood it wets its threshing floors

10. The garden needs its blood drops
Not raindrops on a dry day

11. With the might of its protectors reaches its rights
Not by submission or begging

12. Might is all might, like the fierce acacia
Or the most prized Arabian horse in its valor

13. Oh son of Damascus, I composed no poems
Except to shake its Iraq and Levant lands

14. The doves sing in Damascus, but
The melodies of this poetry are its own

15. The free are imprisoned, the doves are free
Would that I have the luck of its pigeons

16. Today is the battle of life, so what did I prepare
Of weapons and armor for its clashes?

17. Whoever does not defend his rights in its war
Will never gain them through peace

18. If it falters in the fray, it is but respite
To charge anew in the throngs on the morrow

19. The mighty have a law written
With swords, making the forbidden as lawful

20. They stole the rights of weak nations
As the conqueror extends his injustice

21. Cut short this talk, and support a nation
That wanted nothing but its rights by rising up

22. Allow your victory to flutter over it
And reach the stars in its banners

23. Oh Lord, teach it the path to demise
By way of its dignity and fulfilling its hopes

24. So accept their sacrifice, the blood of its nobles
It hopes for nothing but a free life

25. Oh Lord, reward its prayers and fasts
If you do not grant it success before its battle

26. Then allow it after the battle, Oh Lord
You will find after death in its souls

27. What you did not find in its bodies during life
Never will Damascus falter, now that

28. The signs of conflict have appeared on its youths
Beyond the rights of its two abodes, a group

29. Of Asads whose darkness is lit by its suns
The self-sacrificers on the day of battle

30. And those who rise with it against its foes
No wolves can reside in its quarters

31. Or fear not evil with its clubs
The dormant fire, so beware

32. Oh oppressors of Qahtan, of its ignition
If you kill its fathers with your swords

33. Expect assaults from its orphans