آهِ مِن منزِلٍ طوى إِيناسَهْ

وأطالت أيَّامُه إِنحاسَهْ

Oh, from a home whose brightness has declined

And whose days have stretched out in gloom

كالح الأرضِ خافِتِ الريح جَهْم الن

نبتِ لم تُنْطِقِ النوى إخراسه

Like the ground whose breeze is faint, whose plants

Have failed to grow, whose seeds are mute

كيف أَستعمِل الطلاقة ما بي

ن ربوعٍ أسماؤها العبَّاسه

How can I be eloquent, amidst places

Whose names are Abbas, and untamed wilds