1. If only I could write with flames
For I am weary of you and my clarity fails me

2. I almost shy from the darkness and fear
It may doubt my mind and my sanity

3. It has turned disobedient since I infused in it
Love for you, though it was once obedient to me

4. It complains to me and I complain of your aloofness
My God! A confidant turns to another confidant

5. I vowed I would not stir its sorrows
Or provoke the dormant agonies

6. Oh how often I cried over it, so it wept for you
If not for hope, I would have wept it and my weeping

7. How many nights did I spend writhing in agony
My eyes meeting the eyes of the stars

8. My right hand leans on my pen, the darkness descends
Yearning for the youths and the maidens

9. I prepare its brides for you and send them to you
Among the chaste, the wanton, and the compliant

10. Suffering because of you and your children
While they and you sleep, oblivious to sorrows

11. My love of the sweet nectar of union does not let me sleep
Though it is forbidden, the love of homelands keeps me awake

12. I spent the days of my youth on you
Now youth is gone, lost to the past

13. How you ask me to bring back its time
Oh people! Its time has passed, as has mine

14. Reason is powerless against the seas and spears
What can pens do against practice?

15. Talk is not beneficial, nor does it bring you food
The zebras behind every tongue grow thin

16. And the people will not achieve their hopes
Until they walk the path of righteousness

17. The steeds have bared their legs and rolled up their sleeves
And brothers have become strangers to brothers

18. So the horses are angry in their stables
And the whites of the eyes are angry at the pupils

19. And death is before them and behind them
And horror lurks around every corner and place

20. It has spread its wings and extended its shadow
Yet its wings are like the clipped wings of a vulture

21. Its processions are covered by three obscurities
Of shields, armor, and smoke

22. And it repels all who dare to cross it
With floods of water and floods of fire

23. Wherever I look, I see a flying head
Or a pierced brain on a spear

24. Destruction follows in the wake of every projectile
As if it leads it on a leash

25. The air is so filled with their spirits
You cannot discern the stars with your eyes

26. And the river flows, because of their brains
Over a land of pearls and coral

27. And the earth is red, like leather
Or like the cheek of a snake, or the red dye of palms

28. How many generous hosts, their food gone
Have become food for worms and locusts

29. And how many fighters, who led the battalions,
Have become prey for hawks and lions

30. And how many builders, for whom time stood still
So it could marvel at their breathtaking beauty

31. Their memory has faded at the mention of the pyramids
And flown above the red sands and the clay

32. And generations of people spent their lives building them
Only to be demolished in an instant by a catapult or trebuchet

33. And a flourishing, safe city,
Its homes destroyed over its inhabitants

34. Its warbling birds fell silent at dawn
And the hooting of owls and cawing of crows grew loud

35. Its gardens and palaces shut down
Though they could be the epitome of joy and safety

36. A war that humiliated its civilized people
And the old reaped its spoils over the youth

37. The strong used it to crush the weak and trample them
And walked over a land of spineless corpses

38. How ugly is the discord where soldiers reap their skulls
And pride belongs only to the tyrants

39. How ugly is man killing his neighbor
And calling it the way of civilization

40. Time may have deteriorated and you deteriorate with it
O system established by the ancestors

41. So the killer of thousands is a noble conqueror
While the murderous criminal is a sinner

42. No truth but that backed by wolves
As long as the love of injustice lives in man

43. If the weak could choose, they would choose mayhem
But the lives of the majority are wishes

44. What is wrong with my people, asleep to dignity?
Yet the two heaviest have awoken to dignity

45. Ahmad and Jesus are being sold cheaply
Unexpected from two brothers

46. God is the Lord of both your nations and yours
So how long will you dispute religions?

47. No matter how different you are
You both belong to Qahtan or Joktan

48. Take the means to agree and cleanse
Your hearts of the filth of grudges

49. You have enough to worry about in your lands and lives
To busy one seeking truth from religions

50. You slept while your enemies kept watch around you
And you lived in peace while the earth quaked

51. No view unites you when spears collide
And horsemen meet with horsemen

52. You have no banner to defend
Against the vagaries of time and the scampering of fate

53. Do not blame fate for your disgrace
This is the recompense of the negligent procrastinator

54. If ignorance did not prevail in your lands
Your group would not be humiliated by the upstarts

55. A man's worth is in knowledge and morals
What use is a discerning eye without a human?

56. Why do you not rage for your glory
With the rage of the humiliated, browbeaten weakling?

57. Or are you not people of honor
Or have you no shred of humanity?

58. Are your children not covetous of their children?
While Genghis Khan's children toy with them

59. Those who take the rule from your hands
And play havoc with you and the Quran

60. Do they not stir your grudges whenever a crisis emerges
Against the crosses?

61. Let not politics deceive you, it is
Of diverse faces and myriad colors

62. If you were reasonable you would work for your salvation
From the rule of monks and priests

63. It is shameful for the descendants of kings, people of dignity
To be humiliated by the sons of peasants

64. Rise against them and seek your independence
And emulate the Serbs and the Greeks

65. What makes your souls tremble? There is nothing in you
And nothing in the Turks except cowardice

66. And did they not overwhelm the Romans in their heyday?
So have you not overcome the nation of Rome?

67. Death is not what the diver fears, nor does it deter him
The death of the disgraced and his life are the same

68. If you do not understand, do nothing for your freedom
From the rule of monks and priests