أَلا رُبَّ طاهٍ جاءَنا بَعدَ فَترَةٍ

بِأَوراقِ تُطماجَ أَشَفَّ مِنَ الثَلجِ

Oh ardent soul that visited us after absence

With sheets fresher than snow,

وَقَد غارَتِ الأَشياشُ فيهِ كَأَنَّها

يَغالِقُ تُركٍ في طَوارِقِ إِفرِنجِ

Where stars twinkle as if

They were Turkish swords on European necks