يا ونة ونيتها من ضميري
من حر وَجدي صحت يا ويلاه
O Wunah and her yearning from my conscience
From the heat of my passion she came alive, oh woe
ونة صويبا في بلاد بعيدة
وَلا من صديق يعالجه بدواه
Wunah who was in a faraway land
With no friend to treat her with his medicine
حاموا عليه معسكرين الحوافر
مسكين شاف الموث بيعيناه
They attacked him with cavalry squadrons
The poor one saw death with his eyes
وَنة طريحا عالج البين وَالنيا
وَفارق حبيبه من زَمان صِباه
Wunah was struck, between life and death
And parted from her beloved since the days of his youth
وَلا خلوج النُوق مثلي حنينها
عابو جلد حوارها تَنعاه
No female camels yearn like her, their longing
Censuring the skin of their cheeks as they moan
غَزير دَمع العين قرح جفونها
من فُوق وَجنات الخُدود قَناه
Copious tears ulcerate their eyelids
From above the cheeks they dug channels
جرح خدودي دَمع عيني مِن البُكا
من حيث أَنو مختلط بِدماه
My wounded cheeks, my teary eyes from crying
Where blood mixes with their tears
إِن نامَت النوام وَانستر نومها
عالدوم طرف العين في يقظاة
If she fell asleep and slumber forgot her
On the eyelid wakefulness remained
وَلا خنست البدوان مثلي عويلها
على خيها يُوم الزَمان خَذاه
No female gazelles, like her, cry their wailing
For their brother, when fate took him
خان الدَهر غرار غدار بِالفَتى
عالدوم يتقلب مثل حرباه
Fortune betrayed, deceitful traitor, the young man
Still tossing like a grain husk
بيض الليالي ما تجي ربع سودها
هذا إِذا كان الزَمان مَعاه
The white nights do not come, a quarter is blackness
When time itself is against him
يا نار قَلبي كُل ما قول تنطفي
يَهب لَها جوا الضُلوع لظاة
O fire of my heart, everything I say you extinguish
The air in my ribs flares up intensely
أَنا إِن لمت قالون الأَنام رفاقته
وَان سكت القَلب زاد بَلاه
If people do not blame me for companionship
And if the heart is silent, its affliction grows
وَلا ينفَع الخسران كثر المَلامة
لَو أَنَ قطع بِالندم يَداه
Lamenting abundantly does not benefit the loser
Even if he cuts his hands in regret
كما بالع السكين يا ناس صابني
مثل من قديم الناس تتمعناه
As the knives have tested me, O people
Like those the people have always examined
أَما الصَبر أَفضل دايم الدُوم وارم
دَلواً بلي وَمكتكتات رشاه
But patience is always best, my friend
Buckets of water to extinguish its embers
يا هل تَرى يتعود فينا الليالي
وَبصير من قصب الغَزال عَباه
O can it be the nights will become accustomed to us
And the cane stalk wraps around us
وَتلمنا حوران بالأَمن وَالصَفا
هَذا الَّذي قَلب الحَزين يَرجاه
And we are brought maidens in safety and purity
What the sorrowful heart hopes for
يا هل تَرى نَحظى بشوف بلادنا
مِن بَعد هَذا الحُزن يا ويلا
O can it be we will enjoy seeing our country
After this sadness, O woe
وَنشاهد الخلان وَتفرح قُلوبنا
وَنشوف جَمع من الدروز سواه
And see the meadows and our hearts rejoice
And see a group of Druze together
نطلب قطاع الدين من ساير المَلا
اللي هفي وَاليوم حل وَفاه
We ask the leader of the faith from the rest of the scholars
Who were confused and today woke up
وَنحسن لمن أَحسَن الينا مِن المَلا
أَما الرَدي خَليه في ردواه
And we treat well those who were good to us from the scholars
As for the wicked, leave them to their wickedness
لا بُد من يُوم الحَزينة تزغرد
وَتجلي عَن القَلب السَخيف صَداه
A day must come when the sorrowful one chirps
And his trivial sadness lifts from his heart
الا يا حمام الرسل خذلي رِسالَتي
سلم عيحيى وَالولاد مَعاه
Except, O messenger pigeons, deliver my message
Greet Ihya and the children with him
سلم عليهم أَلف أَلف تَحية
عدد ما مشيتوا ببرها وَفلاة
Greet them a thousand thousand salutations
As many as they walked through the wilderness and wasteland
وَقبل لو جنات الصغار بتاتنا
يَتامى بلا أَما وَلا أَباه
And kiss the cheeks of our little daughters
Orphans with no mother or father
وَقُل أَبوكم في بلاد بعيدة
مُشتاق إِليكُم عايفاً للحياة
And say, your father is in a faraway land
Yearning for you, clinging to life
من فراقكم لليوم باكي موجع
حالف ما يجر الميل في عَيناه
Crying incessantly since parting from you
Swearing his nights do not pass with dry eyes
يا حسرَتي طُول العُمر عافراقكم
إِن كان رب العَرش هَذا قضاة
Oh my regret, lifelong since your separation
If this was the decree of the Lord of the Throne
وَمِنها عَلة حوران اذهب معمد
لبلادنا ياما شربنا مِياه
And from there go, Mudam, to our country
Oh how we have drunk its waters
تلقي دَواوين المناصب مفتحة
يا رب لا تبخل عا من بناه
You will find the council registers open
My Lord, do not be stingy to those who built it
بربعاتهم ياما هفوا كل حايل
بعوج المناسف للضيوف قراه
With their quarters they hosted all conditions
With rice, chickens and fragrant coffee
وز ودفين وَقهوة عنبرية
ووجوههم تضحك وَحلو نَباه
Their faces laughing and sweet is their generosity
I ask the Most Generous to honor them
أَطلب مِن اللَه الكَريم يعزهم
وَيساعد المبلي عَلى بَلواه
And help the afflicted one with his affliction
They are the sons of Ma'rouf, who's essence is blood
ذولي بني مَعروف شرابة الدما
عَلى الحَرايب ساسهم مَبناه
It's on the threshing floors their foundation is built
The nobility of horsemen, the courage of ministers
ذباجة الفُرسان نَطاحة لوزر
ياما لَهُم بِالغانمة عاداة
How often for them is the spoils of war
How often have they opened the storehouses
ياما عطوا خاص السَلايل مقفلعه
وَلا يطلبون ثمانها وَغلاة
And do not ask for their price or value
How many hungry did they raise in their homes
ياما ربي في دارهم كُل جايع
في رَغد وَلا في سنين غلاه
In prosperity, with no years of drought or scarcity
Protecting glory with sword and spear
حِماية الزينات بالسيف وَالقَنا
وَكَم عايلا عَالخشم طخيناه
How many foreheads have they stained with blood
They inherited the threshing floors from their fathers and ancestors
ورثوا الحَرايب من اباهم وَجدهم
بفعل مثل الشَمس ما يغباه
By deeds like the sun that does not disappear
From the homes of Hani and Ibn Yasser and others
مِن دور هاني وابن ياسر وَغيرهم
وَالخضر وَالمقداد لا تَنساه
And Al Khidr and Al Miqdad do not forget them
These are our pillars and these are our qualities
هذي دعايمنا وَهذي صفاتنا
ما أَحد يشبهنا بكل مَلاه
No one resembles us from any scholars
And how many newcomers have they saved
وَكَم دَخيلاً زولوا الضيم عَنهُ
لَو يطلبونو ملوك عزيناه
Who would have been oppressed by mighty kings
After this speech, deliver my message
من عقب هذا القول بلغ رِسالَتي
وَهم كَلامي يَفهموا مَعناه
And my words they will understand their meaning
Greet them, my messenger, all of them
سلم عَلَيهم يا رَسولي جَميعهم
من متان للهيات للجاه
From the devout to the prestigious
Wake, do not trust the Turks
اصحوا الترك إِياكُم ان تأمنوهم
وَمَن يَأمن الأَتراك جاه بلاه
Whoever trusts the Turks meets disaster without power
And conclude my words with prayers upon the Prophet
وَاختم كَلامي بِالصَلاة عَلى النَبي
المصطَفى يشفع لنا غداة
Al Mustafa who will intercede for us tomorrow
