يا عيدُ ما عُدتَ بِمَحبوبٍ

عَلى مُعَنّى القَلبِ مَكروبِ

O Eid, you have not returned with a beloved

To a heart feeling anguished and troubled

ياعيدُ قَد عُدتَ عَلى ناظِرٍ

عَن كُلِّ حُسنٍ فيكَ مَحجوبِ

O Eid, you have returned to one who sees

Deprived of all beauty found in you

ياوَحشَةَ الدارِ الَّتي رَبُّها

أَصبَحَ في أَثوابِ مَربوبِ

O loneliness of a house whose Lord

Has dawned wearing grieving robes

قَد طَلَعَ العيدُ عَلى أَهلِهِ

بِوَجهِ لاحُسنٍ وَلا طيبِ

Eid has dawned upon its people

With a face lacking beauty or grace

مالي وَلِلدَهرِ وَأَحداثِهِ

لَقَد رَماني بِالأَعاجيبِ

What business have I with time and its events

It has truly afflicted me with wonders