|Struggle has continued from eternity till the present day|
Between the lamp of Mustafa and the spark of Bu Lahab
|Life is flame-tempered, high-minded and fervent|
It’s nature is resolving difficulty, bearing cruelty
|From the evening’s quietude till the morning’s song|
There are many a stage of the midnight wailing!
|Struggle exists between the heat and cold, throbbing and shaping|
From the dark dust to the polished glass of Halab
|The phenomena of making and breaking, squeezing, heating and distilling|
Exist between the drop of spring rain and the heat of the grape wine!
|Nations live by this continuous struggle alone|
This alone is the secret of the Arab nation’s struggle
|“The tavern-keepers making wine from the grape|
Break the stars and construct the sun”
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil