ليت شعري كم ذا يكابد حالي

في حمى الشامِ ذلةً وإجاجه

Oh how I wish I knew how much my state is suffering

In Syria's fever, humiliation and agitation

ليتني رحت في المنية عنه

إنَّ في قولِ راحَ للمرءِ راحه

If only in death I had gone from it

Surely in saying one who left has found comfort