جُفونٌ قَد تَمَلَّكَها السّهادُ

وَجَنبٌ لا يُلائِمُهُ مِهادُ

Eyelids conquered by slumber,

A side unfit for rest's cushion,

وَأحداثٌ أَصابَتني وَقَومي

يَذلّ مِنَ الحَليمِ لَها القِيادُ

Events struck me and my people,

Subduing with them even the steadfast leader.

فَقَد شَطّت بِنا وَبِهم دِيارٌ

وَفَرّق جامِعَ الشَملِ البِعادُ

So it tore away our homelands and theirs,

Separating the unifier - distance.

أَقولُ وَفي فُؤادي نارُ وَجدٍ

لَها ما بَينَ أَحشائي اِتّقادُ

I say, while my heart holds fire and passion

That burns between my guts.

وَللأَحزانِ في صَدري اِعتِلاجٌ

وَلِلأَفكارِ في قَلبي اِطِّرادُ

And in my chest the sorrows writhe,

While thoughts race on in my heart.

أَلا هَل بِالأَحِبَّةِ مِن لمامٍ

وَهَل شَملُ السُرورِ بِهم معادُ

Oh, is there with loved ones any union?

Will the days of joy with them recur?

وَلا وَاللَهِ ما اِجتَمَعَت ثَلاثٌ

فِراقُهُم وَجَفني وَالرُقادُ

No, by God, three things never reunite:

Parting from them, my eyes, and sleep.

فَإِن تَجمع شَتيتَ الشَّملِ مِنّا

وَفي الأَيّامِ جورٌ وَاِقتِصادُ

If you reunite our severed clan again,

Though days are unjust and thrifting,

تنجزّنا مِنَ الأَحداثِ عَهداً

أَكيداً لا يُزاغُ وَلا يكادُ

You would save us from events with a pact,

Firm, that strays not nor can be undone.

وَكَيفَ يَصِحُّ للأَيّامِ عَهدٌ

وَشيمَتُها التَغيّرُ وَالفَسادُ

But how can days make a pact that holds

When their nature is fickle and corrupt?