ليس في الدُّنيا جميعاً

بلدةٌ مثل دمشقِ

There is no place in all the world

Like Damascus in my eyes

ويسلينيَ عنها

في سبيلِ اللّهِ عشقي

And my love for it would solace me

On the path of God were I to lose it

والتُّقى الأَصلُ ومن يت

رُكُها يَشْقَى ويُشقي

Piety is the root and he who

Abandons it will suffer misery

كم رشيقٍ شاغل عن

ه بسهمِ الغَزْوِ رشقي

How many a lovely one has been

Distracted from it by the arrow of raiding

وامتشاقُ البيضِ يُغني

عنه بالأَقلامِ مشقي

And copying the white script distracts me

From it with pens my instructor