1. There is nothing on earth that surpasses Syria
So let me forget all other horizons

2. O winds of Syria, you are a messenger
Who strives to fulfill lovers' needs

3. And when you blow upon my ardour with a breeze
You take the place of an embrace between the bushes

4. You have fields of passion from my tears
So gallop through them like the galloping of steeds

5. My eyelids have stored treasures of tears
So strive, O sorrows, in spending them

6. So it is as if the echoes called him from afar
And as if the rustling was the voice of the she-camel rider

7. Peace be upon the intimate nights
With meaning from the remaining nights

8. They distracted me from Syria with talk
Though my heart yearns for it with passions

9. Remembrance portrayed it to my eyes as if
I was walking there with glances

10. The clouds do not cease drifting over it
Dressing the branches in the finery of leaves

11. God has tortured with parting, parting
And made us taste the flavor of parting