Barada

Barada, oh father of all rivers

Oh, horse that races the days

Be, in our sad history, a prophet

Who receives inspiration from his lord

Millions acknowledge you as an Arab

Prince . . . so pray as an imam

Oh eyes of the gazelle in the desert of Sham

Look down. This is the age of lavender

They have detained you in the pavilions for a long time

We have woven tents from tears

God has witnessed that we have broken no promise

Or secured protection for those we love