مَنْ شَاءَ تَشْبيهَ الشّقائِقِ فَلْيَقُلْ

كَنِسَاءِ قَتْلَى قَدْ خَرَجْنَ صَوائحا

If one would liken poppies to slain women's cries

Dressed in blood-drenched gowns, hideously arrayed

أُلْبِسْنَ أَثْوابَ الدِّماءِ شَنَاعَةً

ونَشَرْنَ شَعْراً ثُمَّ قُمْنَ نَوائحا

With hair let loose, they stand lamenting, wailing aloud