وَكَم قَد تَرَكنا في دِمَشقَ وَأَرضَها

من أَشمَطَ موتورَ وَشَمطاءَ ثاكِلِ

And how much we left in Damascus and its land

Of grieving widows and childless mothers

وَعانِيَةٌ صادَ الرِماح حَليلَها

فَاِضحَت تُعَدُّ اليَومَ إِحدى الأَرامِلِ

And a young woman whose husband met his fate

From the spears, now one of the widows

تَبكي عَلى بَعلٍ لَها راحَ غاوِياً

فَلَيسَ إِلى يَومِ الحِسابِ بِقافِلِ

She weeps for a husband who left confused

Not to return till the Day of Reckoning

وَإِنّا أُناسٌ ما تُصيبُ رِماحُنا

إِذا ما طعنا القَومَ غَيرَ المَقاتِلِ

We are people whose spears when we strike

Spare none but fighters during the attack