1. The Genie drank from the lute’s fountain, so we yearned
For the sweet melodies of his land, boundless

2. And he saluted the rivers of Damascus with his rain, those
For whose honey my eyelids shed a tear

3. The rain clouds watered a land whose sky
Is branches of gardens of flowers, horizons of blossoms

4. So many a perfumed breeze came to me from there
And made it known to the sailboats by its fragrance