كُلُّ شِعرٍ فيكِ ينتَحِبُ!

مات في أعماقنا الغَضَبُ!

Every poem in you laments!

Our anger has died in our depths!

نَحنُ قَومٌ كُلما سُفِكَت

أنفُسٌ تُستنفَد الخُطَبُ

We are a people, whenever souls

Are shed, speeches are exhausted

ليسَ في أغمادنا قُضُبٌ

هرِئَت في جفنها القُضُبُ

In our sheaths there are no rods

Rods appeared in their eyelids

قد طَوى التاريخُ صفحتنا

واختفى في طَيِّها النُّجُبُ

History has folded our page

And the eminent disappeared in its folds

فَاصعَدِي للَّهِ يَا حَلَبُ

ليس في الأموات مَن يَثِبُ

So ascend to Allah, Oh Aleppo

Among the dead there is no one who jumps

كُلُّ من سَحَّت دموعُهُمُ

في فرنسا شأنهم عَجَبُ

All those whose tears have flowed

In France their condition is wondrous

سَفَرَت فِيها وجوههم

ولدى الشَّهباء تَنتقِبُ

Their faces have traveled there

And with the gray-haired they wear the veil