1. My sunset is gloomy and all of me is sunset
And my night is gentle and my sadness is south

2. The girls of my eyes cooled my cheeks
And my soul wanders in the exile of my confusion

3. And I send my luck to some of the treacherous
Oh my luck is a torn shirt that is patched up

4. I am ill-omened, a scream took refuge from me
So my luck turned and problems arose

5. And they said that I mean my letters
And that the forehead of my poetry is frowned

6. They blamed me for the stench of my tears
So the friend escaped and the companions left

7. And I was not an augurer except that
I am miserable, paleness overtook me

8. So I knew my eyes would show
Ruin, devastation, and overwhelming death

9. My homes are in ruins and my quarters are torn
And Jerusalem has a wound that hearts have borne

10. And Arabness crawls into the bosom of the Jews
And Al-Aqsa is defiled and the people sleep

11. And Baghdad the Tigris flows with tears
So the heart of Iraq is afflicted with sorrow

12. And Sanaa you are destined for death in Taiz
And burning winds ravaged it in chaos

13. We see the tears of the bereaved flowing
And the night of Arabness is pitch black

14. And the call of free women went silent
Like the silence of graves shrouded by darkness

15. So if I say "I" then do not blame me
For my soul is a wasteland and my clay is dry

16. Some of me is scars that will rise as hills
And some of me hills that scars have climbed