كَثُرَ الخَئونَ وَقُلتُ الإِخوانَ

فَالقَومَ لا حُسنٌ وَلا إِحسانُ

The traitors increased, and friends grew few,

People lost goodness and benevolence too,

يا لَيتَ شِعري أَينَ كُنتَ مِنَ الدُنى

وَالناسُ ناسٌ وَالزمانُ زَمانُ

I wish I knew where in life I once stood,

When people were people, and time was good.