1. خَرْسَاءُ لَا تُبْدِي خطابْ

    صَمَّاءُ لَا رَدَّتْ جَوَابْ

    Mute, she utters no words.

    Deaf, she has given no reply.

  2. هِيَ وَحْيُ فَنٍّ خَالِدٍ

    أَحْيَا الْأُلُوهَةَ فِي التراب

    She is the revelation of an immortal art

    That brought divinity to life in dust.

  3. قد أُنْزِلَتْ آياتهُ

    عَمَدًا هي العَجَبُ العجاب

    Its verses have indeed been sent down

    As columns—the wonder of wonders.

  4. لم يهدِنَا قُرَّاؤُهَا

    فِي فهمها سُبُلَ الصواب

    Her readers have not guided us

    To the right paths in understanding her.

  5. فَهُنَا كتابُ الأوَّلِينَ

    وَبعلبك أُمُّ الكتاب

    For here is the book of the ancients,

    And Baalbek is the mother of the Book.

  6. فكَأَنَّهَا أَشْلَاءُ جبار

    صريعٍ وسط غاب

    So she seems the severed limbs of a giant

    Fallen in the midst of a forest.

  7. من حولها عَمَدٌ قِيَامٌ

    للصلاةِ ولا ثواب

    Around her, columns stand

    For prayer, yet with no reward.

  8. جدرانها فيها الجنانُ

    تضمُّ مَا احلولى وطاب

    Her walls hold gardens,

    Containing all that is sweet and pleasing.

  9. قد عُلِّقَتْ فيها الثمار

    تُسيل رؤيتها الرضاب

    Fruits have indeed been hung within them;

    Their sight makes the mouth water.

  10. وكأنَّمَا أعنابها

    برَّاقَة، في شهر آب

    And it is as though her grapes

    Were gleaming in the month of August.

  11. فاعجب لجنَّاتٍ عليها

    الأُسْد رابضة غضاب

    So marvel at gardens over which

    Angry lions crouch,

  12. تبدي نيوبًا دون ما

    فتكٍ إذا ما الخطب ناب

    Baring fangs, yet without any

    Bloodshed when calamity strikes.

  13. أَشباه أُسدٍ نصَّبتْ

    رَمْزًا لأشباهِ الشباب

    Likenesses of lions, set up

    As a symbol for likenesses of young men.

  14. أقعت على ضيمٍ ونمنا

    مكرهين على المصاب

    They crouched under oppression, and we slept,

    Compelled to bear affliction.

  15. يا بعلبك وإن هرمتِ

    عليك سيماءُ الشباب

    O Baalbek, though you have grown old,

    You bear the mark of youth.

  16. لله حسنك هازئًا

    مهما تقادم بالخضاب

    God, how wondrous your beauty, scoffing—

    However old it grows—at dye.

  17. بك يلمسُ الفنُّ الحديث

    المعجزاتِ بلا حساب

    In you, modern art touches

    Miracles without number.

  18. وترين «إيفلَ» كالصبيِّ

    وإن تنطَّق بالسحاب

    And you see Eiffel as a little boy,

    Even though he girds himself with clouds.

  19. أَعَجيبةَ الدنيا التي

    لعبتْ بها أيدي الخراب

    O wonder of the world, with whom

    The hands of ruin have toyed!

  20. إنَّ الشعوب جميعَهَا

    مرَّتْ أمامك بالحراب

    Indeed, all the peoples

    Have passed before you with spears.

  21. فكأنَّكِ السلطان يعرِض

    جيشه يوم الضراب

    So you seem the sultan, reviewing

    His army on the day of battle.

  22. يا بنت فونيقي ويا

    أُخْتَ الخلود المستطاب

    O daughter of Phoenicia, and O

    Sister of sweet immortality,

  23. أَشْبهتِ دنيانا فسرْ

    رَ كما كبحرٍ ذي عباب

    You resemble our world; so the mystery

    Of you both is like a sea with surging waves.

  24. ذُلِّلتِ يا بنتَ الدهور

    وكنتِ أمنع من عقاب

    You were subdued, O daughter of the ages,

    Though you were more unassailable than an eagle.