1. O rider coming from the heights of Damascus
Heading to the two Iraqs, nights and dawns

2. You told me of meadows where I have spent
Many a time, joys and haunts for the soul

3. By gardens watered by the rain's downpour
Blossoming, fresh flowers and springs

4. Scarce was the dew to water them
So the blowing winds poured heavily

5. The valleys wept for them as they flourished
The winds blew through them, fragrant and pure

6. How beautiful when vines adorned them
Fruits ripe, high on the sand dunes

7. The sky is green around them
Stars, flowers appear and moons

8. O you who revived my love after its dormancy
And rekindled the fire when the flame died out

9. You told me news though I lived in darkness
Unravel and ease my worries and grief

10. It is the pure water with sweet springs
Leaving behind mud and gloom

11. Repeat to the refugee who left his home
Your sweet talk, since his home abandoned him

12. Occupy his soul with talk of them
For talk of loved ones is a fast healer