Greetings, Amman, my melody!
The most beautiful name upon my lips!
I offer you poems in prostration,
From every verse my pen is nourished.
Longing has tormented my heart for so long,
I thought separation fed on my weariness.
I slumber with the hope of return... When will
I awaken here, my spirits revived?
The morning sun was angered by regret
When I poured out my remorse before it
O Jordan of loved ones, grant me a hand
Like magic, to erase the alienation of pain
Your cubs... glories know them
Their names are more sublime than words
Fire cannot overcome a hero
Stronger than terrorism and nothingness
The dewdrops became flames
When he redeemed his homeland with his blood
This is my beloved... He said it and wept
It matters not to me if I die, O my flag
I desire for you a glory that is ever joyful
Priding proudly among the flowers and the peaks
The people are my people. and I am the martyr
The throne of the Pleiades
Is the culmination of my dream
My resolve is strong, confident,
And my tomorrow
Has shattered the sighs with lava
The son of Arabism, his face is rain
You will not defeat faith, my idol
Tell me. I am coming to cities
I loved them. I entrusted them with my values
I am coming to Amman from my weariness
Say: Welcome. O adornment of nations
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