ليس في الدُّنيا جميعاً

ليس في الدُّنيا جميعاً

بلدةٌ مثل دمشقِ

بلدةٌ مثل دمشقِ

There is not, in all the world,

There is no place in all the world

a city like Damascus.

Like Damascus in my eyes

ويسلينيَ عنها

ويسلينيَ عنها

في سبيلِ اللّهِ عشقي

في سبيلِ اللّهِ عشقي

And what diverts me from her

And my love for it would solace me

is my passion in God's cause.

On the path of God were I to lose it

والتُّقى الأَصلُ ومن يت

والتُّقى الأَصلُ ومن يت

رُكُها يَشْقَى ويُشقي

رُكُها يَشْقَى ويُشقي

And piety is the foundation; whoever forsakes

Piety is the root and he who

it suffers and makes others suffer.

Abandons it will suffer misery

كم رشيقٍ شاغل عن

كم رشيقٍ شاغل عن

ه بسهمِ الغَزْوِ رشقي

ه بسهمِ الغَزْوِ رشقي

Many a graceful one—what diverts me from

How many a lovely one has been

him is my shooting with the arrow of war.

Distracted from it by the arrow of raiding

وامتشاقُ البيضِ يُغني

وامتشاقُ البيضِ يُغني

عنه بالأَقلامِ مشقي

عنه بالأَقلامِ مشقي

And drawing the bright swords is made needless

And copying the white script distracts me

by my writing with pens.

From it with pens my instructor