بقاع دمشق للأمير بشائر
فقف بمغاني جنكها مترنما
The lands of Damascus are glad tidings for the emir;
so stand amid its pleasant haunts, singing to its harp.
بقاع إذا قوس الرباب بسهمه
رماها غدت بالوشي بردا مسهما
Lands that, when the raincloud’s bow, with its arrow,
shot them, became, through embroidery, an arrow-patterned mantle.
Sol 5.6