Long may you be... dew of my being, Damascus!
Blessed may you be... magic of my childhood, Damascus!
As for your fragrance... My Dearest, it's right here, within.
Much more than a city, Damascus is a living soul.
Once you are touched by Her, you belong to Her.
And we are blessed to have been nourished in Her Spirit,
A Damascene Daughter of Yours, on International