1. O Eid, what good are the people's clothes
When civilization's gain reeks of filial impiety?

2. One sells his conscience for coins, a fool,
While another is miserly despite wealth's endowment.

3. O Eid, you've returned but our dreams remain
Sick, and peace's legacy sacrificed.

4. Of our yesterdays naught remains in our eyes
Save pus or spilled blood.