Syrian Love Song

By Barada the citron now
Displays its cloud of bloom;
By Barada the almond bough
Is like a lovely loom;
And with a tide of gold unrolled
The meadows sweep and swell;
By Barada, by Barada,
Behold the asphodel!

By Barada pomegranate fires
With hues of sunset vie;
By Barada the lilt of lyres
Upon the wind goes by;
And in the vale the nightingale
Lifts its immortal tune,
By Barada, by Barada,
Beneath the sun and moon!

By Barada from crest to crest
Red gleams the cinnabar;
By Barada on night's blue breast
Warm glows the passion-star;
Afar the teeming strife of life,
A flood forgotten, flows;
By Barada, by Barada,
Flowers love's eternal rose!