دمشقُ قلْ ما شئتَ في حسنِها

دمشقُ قلْ ما شئتَ في حسنِها

واحكِ عنِ الربوةِ ما تحكي

واحكِ عنِ الربوةِ ما تحكي

Damascus—say what you will of her beauty,

Damascus, say what you will of her beauty,

and tell of al-Rabwa whatever you may tell.

And tell of the meadow what tales it imparts,

فالطيرُ قد غنَّى على عودِهِ

فالطيرُ قد غنَّى على عودِهِ

في الروضِ بينَ الدفِّ والجنك

في الروضِ بينَ الدفِّ والجنك

For the bird has sung upon its bough—its lute—

For the birds have sung sweetly their songs

in the garden, between the tambourine and the harp.

In the garden amid lutes and hookahs