النّاسُ بِالعيدِ مَسْرورونَ غَيْرَ فَتىً

يَشُفُّهُ في إِسارِ الغُرْبَةِ الحَزَنُ

People rejoice on Eid, except a youth

Whose melancholy sorrows in the folds of exile,

وَبَيْنَ جَنْبَيْهِ هَمٌّ لا يَبُوحُ بِهِ

فَفَرْحَةُ المَرْءِ حيْثُ الأَهْلُ وَالوَطَنُ

With concerns between his sides, he does not disclose them,

For one’s joy is where his family and homeland are.

وَلا اغْتِرابَ عَلينا فَالبِلادُ لَنا

فُتوحُها وَبِنا يُسْتَرْحَبُ العَطَنُ

We have no estrangement, for the countries are ours,

Their conquests and with us the clan is welcomed.

إِذْ لَمْ تَكُنْ قَبْلَنا بِالمَجْدِ حاليَةً

وَلا لَها مَنظَرٌ مِنْ بَعْدِنا حَسَن

Before us they were not glorious,

Nor will they have a good view after us.

وَالأرضُ تُزْهَى بِنا أَطْرافُها فَمتى

نَمِلْ إِلى الشَّامِ يَحْسُدْها بِنا اليَمَنُ

The land is adorned with us, its edges, so when

We incline towards Damascus, Yemen envies it for us.

وَتِلْكَ دارٌ وَرِثْناها مُعاوِيَةً

لكِنَّ كُوفَنَ أَلْقانا بِها الزَّمَنُ

That abode we inherited from Muawiyah

Though time made us settle in Kufa.

أَصْبو إِليها وَأَشْواقي تُبَرِّحُ بِي

وَتَمْنَعُ العَيْنَ أَنْ يَعْتادَها الوَسَنُ

My yearnings roam towards it

And prevent the eye from getting accustomed to forgetfulness.

فَلَيْتَ شِعْرِي وَلَيْتٌ غَيْرُ نافِعَةٍ

هَلْ يَبْدُوَنَّ لِعَيْنيْ مُنْجِدٍ حَضَنُ

If only I knew - though useless -

Would the bosoms of Munjid appear to my eyes?

وَهَلْ أُنِيخُ بِبابِ القَصْرِ ناجِيَةً

مُناخُها فيهِ مِنْ صَوْبِ الحَيا قَمِنُ

Shall I moan at the door of the palace,

Its anchorage, from the direction of life, arid?

هُنالِكَ الهَضَباتُ الحُمْرُ لَو هَتَفَتْ

بِالمَيْتِ راجَعَ فيها رُوحَهُ البدَنُ

Thereupon are the red plateaus, if they called out

To the dead, his soul would return to the body.