سقى حَلَبُ المزنِ مغنى حَلَبْ

فكم وصَلَتْ طرباً بالطَّرَبْ

The milking of Halab quenched the thirst of Halab

So how much joy did it bring with joy?

وكم مستطابٍ من العيشِ لذَّ

بها لي إِذِ العيشُ لم يُسْتَطبْ

And how much sweet life it had

When life was not sweet to me

إِذا نشر الزهرُ أَعلامَه

بها ومطارفَهُ والعَذَب

When the flowers spread their banners

In it and its meadows and freshness

غدا وحواشيه من فضّةٍ

تروقُ وأوساطُهُ من ذهب

It became in the morning and its margins of silver

Which glow and its middles of gold

زبرجده بين فيروزجٍ

عجيبٍ وبين عقيقٍ عَجَب

Its chrysoprase between amazing turquoise

And amazing red carnelian

تلاعبهُ الريحُ صدرَ الضُّحى

فَيُجْلى إلينا جلاءَ اللعب

The wind plays with it in the morning

Bringing its play to us clearly