1. My eyes brimmed over, when I awoke to the pain of estrangement
Five years have passed

2. Of what I called, my most precious homeland
Joys still plunder it

3. And they are the tragedies in the visions of the wise
Joys of lords and elites

4. Of every upstart and pretentious one
Their hands reached the highest peaks, then they fell from the heights

5. I wish they had fallen without leaving
Groups that follow them aimlessly

6. They left their followers, ascending
Evil birds, whose bellies contain their brother, Ghanem

7. As if they are water jugs
Spinning with evil for the wise

8. Nothing preoccupies and pleases them
Except harming others, openly and in secret

9. They toyed with us and everything that Egypt,
The precious, inherited from the riches of time

10. This gentle spring, leave it
My tears and the tears of misery in my homeland

11. Assuan disappointed me, they forcefully took
Its benefits from me

12. It disappointed me, nothing preoccupies me
Except it, and it is preoccupied from me

13. And it left the most precious one, with whom
My soul was infatuated and turned away from my art

14. Oh spring, jesting and happy
And if it cried, it saddened my ear

15. I listen to it but do not feel it
And its love is in my heart and in my eye

16. It flows and leaps playfully
From one art to another

17. The sun left its locks
Prey to it, so it indulged in seduction

18. Its brides appeared, born
In the dawn, dancing and flirting with me

19. Bare and all her being is fragrance
And visions and hues of color

20. Oh her charm as she exchanges with me
Varied wonders of her artistry

21. And I am as if I was not distinguished by it
My poetry did not flourish with it, nor my time

22. As if she forgave my estrangement
And saw my misery as greater than my religion

23. Who feels the feeling of an expatriate
Except spring with its flirtation

24. Except nature, as it draws near
And strives to grant us what it reaps

25. It knows my burning anguish
And all the tribulations I faced

26. And if it raged and became angry
Reproach is directed at the wolf

27. If sickness prevented meeting it
And the bed besieged my mind

28. Wounding, with passion for it
And through it I remain addressing my homeland