فلا حَلَّتِ الأَيّامُ عَقدَ زِمامِهِ

وَلا سَلَبَتهُ الشَمسُ ظِلَّ رِواقِهِ

The days have not unknotted the reins he holds

Nor has the sun robbed the shade of his arcade.

وَإِنّي لَمُشتاقٌ إِلى رَشفِ تَربِهِ

وَإِلقاءِ صَدري فَوقَهُ بِعِناقِهِ

Yet I yearn for a mouthful of his land's dust

And to throw myself upon it in an embrace.