لَولا اِدِّكارُكَ تلَّ راهِطَ وَالحِمى

ما سَحَّ جَفنُكَ بِالدُموعِ وَلا هَمى

Had it not been for the memory of you, my friends and protector

My eyelids would not have been inundated by tears, nor would I have grieved

أَنَّى اِتَّجَهتَ رَأَيتَ رَوضاً مُحدِقاً

بِشَفا غَديرٍ كَالمَجَرَّةِ وَالسَما

Wherever you turned, you saw a meadow overflowing

With the shore of a lake like the galaxy and the sky

يا أَهلَ وَدي بِالشَآمِ تَحِيَّةً

مِن نازِحٍ لَم يَبقَ فيهِ سوى ذَما

O people of the beloved land of Syria, greetings

From an emigrant who has nothing left but his blood

وَإِذا سَقى اللَهُ البِلادَ فَلا سَقى

بَلَدَ الهُنودِ سِوى الصَواعِقِ وَالدِما

And if God watered the countries, He did not water

The land of India except with lightning and blood

قَد غَيَّرَت غِيَرُ اللَيالي كُلَّ حا

لاتي وَشَوقي وَالغَرامُ هُما هُما

The passing nights have changed all my states

And my passion and love for you are still the same

وَشَكِيَّتي بُعدُ النَجيبِ فَإِنَّهُ

قَد كانَ لي مِن جَورِ أَيّامي حِمى

And my complaint of the absence of the noble one, for he

Had been a protector for me from the injustice of days

عَهدي بِأَنيابِ النَوائِبِ عِندَهُ

دُرداً وَظفرِ الحادِثاتِ مُقَلَّما

My pact with the fangs of tribulations in his view

As a shield and the claws of events trimmed

كَم مدَّ صَرفُ الدَهرِ نَحوي كَفَّهُ

لِظَلامَةٍ فَثَناهُ عَنّي أَجذما

How many times did the course of fate extend its palm towards me

To darkness, so he turned it away from me, disabled

وَرَنا إِلَيَّ بِعَينِهِ شَزراً فَما

أَغضى بِها إِلّا وَإِثمِدُها العَمى

And he winked at me with his eye, so I did not

Lower it except that blindness was in its pupil

وَلَطالَما شِمتُ السَحابَ وَكَفَّهُ

فَتَدافَقا فَجَهِلتُ أَيُّهُما السَما

And I have often smelled the cloud and its palm

So they poured, and I did not know which was the sky