لَيسَ في الأَرضِ ما يَفوقُ سِوى الشا

مِ وَدَعني مِن سائِرِ الآفاقِ

There is nothing on earth that surpasses Syria

So let me forget all other horizons

يا رِياحَ الشَآمِ أَنتِ رَسولٌ

يَتَعَنّى في حاجَةِ العُشّاقِ

O winds of Syria, you are a messenger

Who strives to fulfill lovers' needs

وَإِذا زُرتِ غُلَّتي بِنَسيمِ

قامَ بَينَ الحَشا مَقامَ العِناقِ

And when you blow upon my ardour with a breeze

You take the place of an embrace between the bushes

لَكِ مِن أَدمُعي مَيادينُ شَوقٍ

فَاِركُضي فيهِ مِثلَ رَكُضِ العِتاقِ

You have fields of passion from my tears

So gallop through them like the galloping of steeds

ذِخِرَت مُقلَتي كُنوزَ دُموعِ

فَاِجهَدي يا هُمومُ في الإِنفاقِ

My eyelids have stored treasures of tears

So strive, O sorrows, in spending them

فَكَأَنَّ الأَنداءَ نَفتَهُ راقِ

وَكَأَنَّ الحَفيفَ صَوتُ الراقِ

So it is as if the echoes called him from afar

And as if the rustling was the voice of the she-camel rider

وَسَلامٌ عَلى اللَيالي الخَوالي

مِن مُعَنّى مِنَ اللَيالي البَواقي

Peace be upon the intimate nights

With meaning from the remaining nights

عَلَّلوني عَنِ الشَآمِ بِذِكرٍ

إِنَّ قَلبي إِلَيهِ بِالأَشواقِ

They distracted me from Syria with talk

Though my heart yearns for it with passions

مَثَّلَتهُ الذِكرى لِعَيني كَأَنّي

أَتَمَشّى هُناكَ بِالأَحداقِ

Remembrance portrayed it to my eyes as if

I was walking there with glances

لا أَغَبَّ الغَمامُ عَنهُ تَحايا

تُلبِسُ الغُصنَ سُندُسَ الأَوراقِ

The clouds do not cease drifting over it

Dressing the branches in the finery of leaves

عَذَّبَ اللَهُ بِالتَنائي التَنائي

وَأَذاقَ الفِراقَ طَعمَ الفِراقِ

God has tortured with parting, parting

And made us taste the flavor of parting