1. The melodies of my oud do not weary, for they
Are poetry overflowing with emotions and feelings.

2. The melodies of my oud do not weary, for they
Are the language of angels conversing with huris.

3. The spirits have whispered in it in their domain
A song more delicate than youth and breeze.

4. It evokes in me wonderful imagination,
And stirs in me passion and joy.

5. In the darkness of sorrows, from its melodies
My saddened soul borrows light.

6. I lean towards it embracing and sighing,
As if I were a mother holding her little one.

7. And I tell it the love's complaints, imagining
It weeping for me, yearning and abandoned.

8. Ask it about the gloomy time and its people,
You'll find it knowledgeable of times, experienced.

9. It witnessed past eras and shook hands
With its strings with killers and kings.

10. And saw the civilization of Jilq and its glory,
And the great king in those lands.

11. When Jilq's water was sweet like nectar,
And Jilq's antelopes radiant like suns.

12. Time robbed Ghassan's kings in it
Of a crown whose brilliance and throne shone.

13. Oh kissing its soil passionately,
Did you know you were kissing camphor?

14. And embracing its branches fervently,
Did you know you were hugging slender waists?

15. This is Salahuddin, so bow in humility,
He is the king of kings, peaceful and warrior.

16. Glory revolved around him conquering alive,
And around his grave buried dead.

17. So kiss his soil for you would have kissed a beloved
Of graciousness and you would have inhaled perfume.

18. And chant at the generous tomb repeating
Glorifications and testimonies of God's oneness.

19. The lion of shining swords, the first captive
Of horsemen, how did he become captive?