يَا وَاضِحَ البَدْرِ وَصُدْغَ الدُّجَى

وَمَعْطِفَ الغُصْنِ وَجِيدَ الغَزَالْ

O moon-faced one, cheek of the night's darkness

Cloaked in branch's mantle, graceful gazelle

أرْخَيْتَ شَعْراً قُلْتُ إذْ خِلْتُهُ

وَاسُهْدَ جَفْنِي فِي اللَّيَالِي الطِّوَالْ

You let down your hair, I said when we were alone

And robbed my eyelids of sleep through the long nights

وَأنْتَ حَقًّا فِي السُّوَيْدَا فَلِمْ

قُلْتَ اكْفُفُواَ ما في السُّوَيْدَا رِجَالْ

You who truly dwell in al-Suwayda, why then

Did you say there are no men left in al-Suwayda?