رُبَّ بكرٍ في طريق جليت

ليَ بالشامِ أموراً لم ترق

Many a morning I walked the road to Damascus

With affairs in Syria that would not please

هكذا كلّ جموحٍ سائرٍ

لم يدع عنه بُنيَّات الطرق

Thus every overflowing wanderer

Leaves not his structures on the roads