أَلا هَلْ يُفيقُ الدَّهْرُ مِنْ سَكراتِهِ

وَيَرْفَضُّ عَن أَجْفانِهِ طارِقُ الحُلْمِ

Will time not awaken from its intoxications

And cast off the veils of sleep from its eyes?

وَيَلْمَعُ طاغِي الشَّفْرَتَيْنِ بِراحَتِي

وَراءَ عَجاجٍ راشِحٍ بِدَمٍ سَجْمِ

Will the tyrant of the two lips not shine with my palm

Behind a clattering, blood-dripping bow?

وَلي صاحِبٌ مِنْ عَبْدِ شَمْسٍ إِذا انْتَمى

تَسَنَّمَ أَعْلَى ذِرْوَةِ الشَّرَفِ الضَّخْمِ

I have a companion from the slaves of the sun - when he aspires

He climbs to the peak of mighty glory.

نَأَى فَأَثارَ الحَرْبَ يَصْرِفُ نابَها

عَلَيَّ زَمانٌ كانَ يَجْنَحُ لِلسِّلمِ

He turned away and stirred up war, directing its fury at me -

An era that once inclined toward peace.

فَلا زالَ يَرْويهِ الغَمامُ إِذا هَمى

بِما في ثُغورِ البارِقاتِ مِنَ الظَّلْمِ

So it does not cease to be watered by clouds whenever it intends

What darkness lies in the breaches of lightnings.