أمرّ بدير مرّان فأحيا

وأجعل بيت لهوي بيت لهيا

I passed by the monastery of Marrán and revived it

And made my beloved's house a shelter for joy

ويبرد غُلتي بردى فسقيا

لأيامي على بردى ورعيا

My sorrow is cooled by my drinking companion’s wine

My days are for my companion’s wine and pasture

ولي في باب جيرون ظباء

أعاطيها الهوى ظبياً فظبيا

And I have in the door of Gerón does

That I endow with love as a loving doe

ونعم الدار داريا ففيها

حلا لي العيش حتى صار أريا

How good this house is, so in it

Living was sweet for me until it became visible

صفت دنيا دمشق لقاطنيها

فلست ترى بغير دمشق دنيا

I described Damascus’ world for its inhabitants

So you don’t see a world without Damascus

تفيض جداول البلور فيها

خلال حدائق ينبتن وشيا

Its rivers of crystal overflow in it

Through gardens where flowers and herbs grow

مظللة فواكهها بأبهى ال

مناظر في نواظرنا وأهيا

Shaded by fruits in the most beautiful

Scenes in our sights and most dear

فمن تفاحة لم تعد خداً

ومن رمانة لم تخط ثديا

So from an apple that did not stop being a cheek

And from a pomegranate that did not sketch a breast