أشجَتْكَ أطلال لخو

لةَ كالمَهَارِق دُرَّسُ

Your ruins have saddened me, O Lakhaw

Like tents patched up and repaired

أودت بهنَّ الباكيا

تُ الضاحكات الرُجَّسُ

In them the laughing ones have become crying

And the pure ones unclean

والعاصفاتُ القاصفا

تُ المُعصراتُ الرمَّسُ

The stormy winds and the reaping winds

And the twisted and trampled winds

ما إن بها إلا الجآ

ذرُ والظباء الكُنَّسُ

Nothing in them except the streams and the gathered dust

And the beautiful ones, truncated and truncated

ولقد تحل بها الحسا

ن القاصرات الأنَّسُ

From every thin rod that grew from it a knotty or brittle palm

It has a face upon which the harshness of time has put on its dress

من كل رودٍ كالقضي

ب نَماهُ دِعصٌ أوعسُ

Like the moon surrounded by bliss and absent from it are the unlucky

It has soft braids above the litters combed

خَوْد لها وجه علي

ه من القسامة ملبسُ

And it has a hanging muffler, rough and silent

As if its tilt were coveting a frightened young gazelle

كالبدر حفته السعو

د وغاب عنه الأنْحسُ

Startled by the news of an ardent lover so for that it was suspicious

Until when will the ruins cry and the branch of your head be ripe

ولها غدائرُ حُلَّكٌ

فوق الرَّوادفِ مُيَّسُ

Will the tears that the guards have taken from you return

ولها وشاحٌ جائلٌ

زَجْلٌ وحِجلٌ أخرس

وكأنما يرنو بمق

لتها غزال أعيس

ذَعَرتْه نَبأةُ قانصٍ

فلهُ لِذاك توجُّس

حتى متى تبكي الديا

رَ وفرعُ رأسك مُخلِس

هل يرجعُ الدمع الذي

سَلَبتْهُ عنك الأحرُس