1. The place where revelation descended, the rise of the prophets
How have you become the place where misfortunes alight?

2. In people's eyes there is a prophecy about you
There would have been nothing in their eyes had you not been stricken

3. You are like the free woman who was overturned by fate
And ended up being a slave girl

4. You are like the embroidered cloak, worn out by the years
And the washing, having nothing left to warm with

5. You are like the singing slave girl
Stripped of her green leaves

6. You are like the lion whom time has blunted his claws
And the length of time has bent over him

7. You are like the poet who found glory
In an assembly of the rabble

8. You are like the tyrant indulging in extravagance
In a spectacle in front of the enemies

9. If you wanted, you would have been in a better state
Or are you not able to want?

10. I still have a lot of hope
And even if I cannot see any hope

11. Those who have left you have cried in despair
And those staying in you cry in fear of departing

12. The wailers around you have become so many
I felt I needed condoling

13. They shed their tears while I held back my tears
Only the despairing are worthy of weeping

14. If tears were of any use, the tears of poets
Would have brought to life every departed soul

15. You need someone like Moses
You do not need Jeremiahs

16. How dear you are to us, glance of the East
That you become the prey of insults

17. Misfortunes have scattered your people across the land
And they were like stars in the rainy constellation

18. And when life constricts someone extremely
He rides death in pursuit of survival

19. An exile does not care if his loved ones see him
Among strangers

20. Peace upon our fathers' land because of you
And may God water the souls of the fathers

21. We did not abandon you when we abandoned you willingly
Do not think children capable of undutifulness

22. Immortality becomes boring and life is bliss
Would you accept immortality in misery?

23. This is our land, a place where
Every raging wind marches over it

24. These are our houses, dwellings for insects
And they used to be dwellings for butterflies

25. The years have turned them into thorns
Instead of flowers, and into wild beasts instead of Eve's children

26. No calamity has the dawn carried
Except that the night spread it out to us

27. We roam the land lost as if we were
The people of Moses on the pitch black night

28. Misfortunes toss us in the deserts sometimes
And sometimes in water

29. Weak and despised as if we were
Of darkness while people were of brilliance

30. And the exile of the powerful is honor and pride
While the exile of the weak is the start of perishment

31. The whites reproached us for not being non-Arabs
And the Abyssinians with white markens

32. Woe to my people whom time has tempted
Every people even the black-skinned

33. Whenever an enemy bypasses us it turns to see us among the enemies
The pens have fascinated us when they sang

34. Of equality between us and brotherhood
We got drunk on them, but when we sobered

35. We found nothing of them but names
We are in a state whose strength has waned

36. Like the juicy buried in dust
Or like the fetus who died while her carrier

37. Was alive, roaming around in the innards
How strange that the origin became a branch

38. And the morn, how it took place in the darkness
The injustices of the Turks were not enough for us

39. Until they swarmed like locusts or an epidemic
They were expelled from their lands so they wanted

40. To expel us from our beautiful lands
Why do we get distracted with disasters preoccupying us

41. As if we were in prosperity
Our freemen were wronged and our sacrosancts were violated

42. And we kept silent and silence is for cowards
A renaissance that unveils the humiliation from us

43. For our sleep in misery has been long
A renaissance that turns the eyes toward us

44. Fear of affliction is the worst affliction
A renaissance whose reverberation the cosmos will carry

45. To the wildernesses in the first news
A renaissance where souls will fulfill their purpose

46. For they long for tremors
The kingship is a temple in which we are the heart

47. And the heart is the master of organs
The traitors claimed that what we seek

48. Is to reach the nooses
They will know that we Arabs are a people

49. Who care for none but the Lord of the sky
A day when plains grow none but people

50. And none but brown tongues
A day you walk on mountains of corpses

51. You walk in seas of blood
A day when the hypocrites among us feel

52. That the losers are the people of pretense
A day when the plains grow none but people