لا تَنزلنَّ عَلى رِياض لاسمها

مِن بَعد ما ذبلت بِها أَدواحها

Do not dwell in gardens no longer named,

Once their roses withered and their boughs decayed.

فَكَأَنَّها أَجسام قَوم عَطلت

لَما نَأَت وَتَرحلت أَرواحَها

Like bodies of folk whose souls have flitted away,

Since the hour they departed and time marched ahead.

إِن المَنازل لا يَعظم قَدرَها

ما لَم يَكُن بيد النَدا مِفتاحُها

No home is exalted however grand its walls

Unless keys are held in hands of loved ones instead.

وَيُضيءُ في شَرق وَغَرب إِن دجا

لَيل الخُطوب عَلى الوَرى مِصباحها

From east to west it shines, when nights descend,

Illuming the world’s vicissitudes ahead.