إلى أوْطَانِه حَنّ العَمِيدُ

إلى أوْطَانِه حَنّ العَمِيدُ

فَظَلّ كَأنّه غُصْنٌ يَمِيدُ

فَظَلّ كَأنّه غُصْنٌ يَمِيدُ

The love-stricken man yearned for his native lands.

The colonel yearned for his homelands

So he remained like a swaying branch.

He seemed as a bending branch

ومسقطَ رأسهِ ذَكَر اشْتِياقاً

ومسقطَ رأسهِ ذَكَر اشْتِياقاً

فَذابَ فُؤادُهُ وهو الحَديدُ

فَذابَ فُؤادُهُ وهو الحَديدُ

And, in longing, he recalled his birthplace.

And his birthplace he remembered longingly

So his heart melted, though it was iron.

His heart melted though it was iron

ولَو رامَ السلُوّ أَبَتْ عَلَيه

ولَو رامَ السلُوّ أَبَتْ عَلَيه

مَعاهدُ عَهدها الماضي حَميدُ

مَعاهدُ عَهدها الماضي حَميدُ

And even if he sought forgetfulness, it would be denied him

Had oblivion tried to make him forget

By familiar haunts whose bygone days were fair.

The pacts of his glorious past would have refused