Beyond the Sea

Phoenicians built their ancient harbor
A little flower on the Mediterranean

Redolent of soft breezes that stroke,

Where sailing and steam ships found anchor

And fun-loving spectators roamed.

My eyes greet its cerulean waters
And beyond its waters , beyond the sea,

My heart is gone, far, far from me;

And ever on its track will flee

My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.

I love Lattakia at this time of the Year