عمري لقد زهت الأمصار حين محى

عليّ عنها دياجي الظلم والظَلم

My life, I became weary of cities when their

Cloaks of injustice and oppression were lifted from me

إذا برى قلماً قالت ممالكها

يا بارئ النسم احرس باريَ القلم

If I saw a pen, its realms would say:

O Maker of the pen, protect the Maker of the pen