سل عنه قلب الانكتير فإن في

خفقانه ما شئت من أبنائه

Ask the heart of Anktyr, for in

its fluttering is what you wish of its sons

لولاك أم البيت غير مدافع

وأسال سيل نداه في بطحائه

Were it not for you, mother of the house, unprotected

And I asked the torrent of his call in its valley

وبكت الجفون القدس ثانية وما

لترنم الناقوس في أفنانه

And the eyelids cried Jerusalem again, and not

For the bells to chime in its churches