أَدنى خُطاكَ الهِندُ وَالصينُ

وَكُلُّ نَحسٍ بِكَ مَقرونُ

India and China bowed down at your slightest step,

And every ill omen was linked to you.

بِحَيثُ لا يَأنَسُ مُستَأنِسٌ

وَحَيثُ لا يَفرَحُ مَحزونُ

Where no one finds comfort though yearning for it,

And where no sad soul finds joy.

تَهوي بِكَ الأَرضُ إِلى بَلدَةٍ

لَيسَ بِها ماءٌ وَلا طينُ

Because of you the land plunges into a place

With no water or mud in sight.