An authentic girl as old as fate
I have heightened her from the hearts of humans
My eyes started looking up to see her
Praising the Lord for His creative imagery
Here's a piece of marble that got infused with
the scent of Jasmine so it blossomed
Roses and basil, Musk and Amber
Saturated a green coloured edifice
Topped with a crescent, and made more beautiful
By an Athan (Muslim call for prayer) calling in the greatness of The Creator
The festivity of the bells is increased by
A call for prayer that purifies the soul
And places get lavished with incense
Sweetening every stoned heart
Sham (Damascus) you are my girl, and my mother
You have nestled my youth, will I grow older in you?
What can I do to get your satisfaction
As I seeded in you my youth and it became promising
Is there anyone who would trill and call out loud
for a happiness of a heart fermented with a wound
It is the promise of my fate, If only does my grave
And wedding dress burst with your ِArabian Jasmines