عَصرت ماءَ حُسنِهِ الأَيّام

وَاِنحَنى كَالقسي مِنهُ القَوام

The days have squeezed the water of his beauty,

And his stature bent like a willow branch.

كانَ ظبياً جُفونَهُ شرك العَق

ل وَغُصناً عَلَيهِ بَدر تَمام

He was a gazelle whose eyelids were a hunting ground,

And a branch graced by the fullness of the moon.

كانَ صُبحاً مِن كُل لَيلة عيدٍ

كانَ شَمساً بِزول مِنهُ الظَلام

He was a morning in every festive night,

He was a sun dispelling the darkness.

ذَهبت دَولة الجَمال وَوَلَّت

فَعَلى شامِنا السَلام السَلام

The rule of beauty has departed and turned away,

So peace, peace be upon our Syria.