قلب يقلبه الغرام

ومدامع تهمي سجامُ

A heart churned by passion,

And tears streaming down,

وجفون عين أقسمت

أن لا يلم بها المنامُ

And eyelids that have sworn,

Never to be closed by sleep,

شوقا إلى من وجهه

صبح وطرته ظلامُ

Yearning for the one whose face,

Is dawn though its form is darkness,

قمر أقام قيامتي

منه التثني والقوام

A moon that started my resurrection,

The cause of my bending and standing tall.

ريم سلوي عن هوا

ه ووصله ما لا يرام

Turn away, Reem Saloui, from passion,

And its consummation which cannot be wished for,

لا موا على حبّي له

سفها وما يجدي الملامُ

Do not blame me for my love of him,

Foolishly, and blame does no good,

هيهات يصحو طرفه

أبدا وريفته صدامُ

Alas! His eyes will never

Awaken, though their slumber is tumultuous,

حلو الشَّمائل واللّمى

جذلان زورته لمامُ

Sweet of features and glance,

Smooth cheeked, his beauty is perfection,

كالبدر لي منه المحا

ق إذا أبدا وله التمَّامُ

Like the full moon is to me his visage,

When it is full, and his is complete,

عام الوصال بقربه

يوم ويوم الصمد عام

The year of union in his nearness,

A day, and a day, God is Eternal,

قد شبت في حبي له

والوجد مقتبل غلامُ

I grew up in my love for him,

And passion is a growing boy,

يا سقي بلواحظ

لجفونها خلق السقامُ

Oh cupbearer, bring to his eyelids,

That which cures their sickness,

ما بال خدك ناره

تذكو وفي قلبي الضرامُ

Why is your cheek aflame?

It kindles while my heart is in turmoil,

فعلى الحمى ومنازل

حلت بها سلمى السلامُ

So I head to the shrines and dwellings,

Where my peace, Salma, has lodged,

دمن أهيم بذكرها

وكذا المحب المستهامُ

I rave with the mention of her,

And so is the enamored raving one,

أقسمت بالبيت الحرا

مِ يؤمه الركب الحرامُ

I swore by the Sacred House,

To which the holy pilgrims flock,

وبما حوى من جمعه

جمع وما ضم المقامُ

And what it contains,

A gathering, and what the shrine contains,

لقد اعتلقت بحبل أر

وع من أجار فما يضامُ

I have clung to the cord,

Of the highest, so I cannot be blamed,

ملك سمت هماته

وعلت به فهو الهمامُ

A king whose worries,

Became lofty, so he is the highest,

وإذا أبو الفضل الكري

م حماك سالمك الحمامُ

When Abu Al-Fadl Al-Karim protects you,

My greetings of peace to you,

من رمَّ لي أسباب حا

لي وهي مخلقة رمامُ

Who has granted me the means of my state,

Which she created sufficient,

واهتز لي كرما ورق

ق فاورقت مني السلامُ

She shook with generosity and compassion for me,

So from me spread greetings of peace,

بحر فرات للوفو

دِ على شرائعه ازدحامُ

The Euphrates river of overflowing generosity,

With pilgrims crowding its banks,

شكرت صنائعه السوا

مي عندها سام وحامُ

I thanked its acts of highness,

In its presence I became elevated and protected,

وأرى زناد المكرما

ت بجوده يروى الأوامُ

And I see the spark of his generosity,

Quenching the thirst of the eras,

قد رغبتني في المدي

ح له رغائبه الجسام

It has made me covet,

His magnificent ambitions,

فهو الحيا المحيي الصفا

ة وفي الوغى الموت الزوامُ

It is the living, life-giving, healing,

In times of calamity, the certain death,

بخلائق معسولة

كالروض راضته الرهام

With sweet dispositions,

Like a meadow, its pasture brought joy,

قد صيرته في العلى

فذا أياديه التوامُ

I made it high,

Thus its hands are exalted,

مولاي مجد الدين يا

من عزمه العضى الحسامُ

My lord Majd Al-Din,

Whose resolve is the sharp sword,

يا عصمة اللاّجى الذي

مذ ساد لم يذكر عصامُ

O guardian of the refugees whom,

Since you have ruled, no lament was heard,

أربى نداك على الغما

م فما يساجله الغمامُ

Your aid against adversity,

Is unmatched, no clouds can compete,

ورست حلومك فاستخف

ف على رزانته شامُ

And your sweetness has excelled,

Over its composure Syria,

فغدا وراح محالفا

أيام دولتك الدوامُ

So it has become, going and returning,

Aligned with the days of your eternal rule.