كلامنا مر على أهلنا

وهم من القلب جوى المنزل

Our words passed upon our people

While they from the heart yearn for home

موطنهم سرا مناخ الحشا

وأننا عنهم لفي معزل

Their homeland is secretly from the desert climes

And we from them are in isolation

وقولنا حلوٌ لأعدائنا

وإن علمنا العتم لا ينجلي

And our words are sweet to our enemies

Though we know the darkness does not brighten

نخدعهم جهراً كما خادعوا

وعن جواد البغض لم ننزل

We deceive them openly as they deceived

And from the generosity of hatred we did not alight