1. The night has passed, dawn follows after
Yet the wounds in my heart have not left

2. I see the bird of my dreams before me
Yet it doesn't sing, nor flap its wings

3. I glimpse a face beyond the unseen
In its features, contentment is seen

4. I yearn to meet with it, but
When will this meeting be allowed?

5. I'm like the caravans, moving on
A chased one whose screams are gone

6. I glance right and see a mirage
From the left, howls and barks assail

7. So I let my eyes weep as I cry
In grief and lament, tears are nigh

8. I stand at the edge of memories
Watching those who left and went

9. The horses of those gone neigh still
Squeezed are they in narrow stalls

10. I ask them, if they could but speak
They'd say: for us, death was rest

11. I see the palm trees towering tall
Wrapped in awe's majestic shawl

12. No fruits on them can I see
Just fronds shielding them perfectly

13. How can you want fruits from palms
If crossing pollen hasn't embalmed?

14. My beloved asks how I sing
With my sorrows, is that ease I bring?

15. I said: sorrow is but poetry
Closing and opening is their key

16. Not all who cried were sad like me
Though they complained and wailed, you see

17. The bulbul's song when glad is trilling
The doves' coos when mourning, chilling

18. If I confessed my suffering entire
Pages wouldn't suffice, nor scriptures higher

19. I saw the exiled, if seen by you
You'd not wish on them what they go through

20. At the chieftains are hearths with fires
Homes and balms for their desires

21. Guards come and go with them at will
In wide courtyards they roam and fill

22. While on ice the exiles remain
No allies or hopes to entertain

23. In tents, they shiver and shake
Winds batter them when awake

24. For you our loved ones send their greetings
From the bulbuls, sad notes are fleeting

25. For you, from my poems' rhythm and rhyme
Are pearls of eloquence sublime

26. We've seen you, and sorrows know no bounds
No respite for yearning is found

27. Over our grief we spend the night
When dawn comes, all will be light

28. My nation watches in confusion
Paralysis keeps it from fusion

29. They long to defend you, yearn and pine
But have no weapons or arms to shine

30. Nations that hate the tyrant still
Are subservient to his will

31. Palestine asks me in misery
As the cups of sorrow pass aplenty

32. When will my lands someday wake
To sounds of fetters breaking?

33. When will I wake to cries of soldiers
As holy war evil smothers?

34. Forgive us, dear one, if we seem
To bow in ways that cowards dream

35. From peace for us claims are made
Yet Aqsa and Lebanon are raided

36. If a youth sells reason for myths
His thoughts born are bloody and dark

37. If not for the setbacks of life
None would love Musaylimah the liar