هَرَبَتْ هِرَّةُ بَيْتي يَوْمَ عِيدِى

قَانظُروا هَلْ تَمَّ هذا السَّعِيدِ

My goat fled my home on my feast day

Look and see, is this fortunate one done?

وَازدَرَتْني إذْ رَأَتْ لي مَطْبَخاً

أَبْيضَ اللَّونِ كَقر طاسِ الوَليدِ

She scorned me when she saw I had a kitchen

White as the plaster of Waleed

وَوُجُوهاً مِن عِيالي أصْبَحَتْ

غَيْرَ بِيضٍ وَقُدوُراً غَيْرَ سُودِ

And faces of my children turned

No longer white and pots no longer black

أَفَلا تُمْعِنُ عَنَّا هَرَباً

وَلَوْ أنَّا مُوثقُوها بالقُيُودِ

Why don't you flee from us

Even if we had her tied in ropes

أَيْنَ أَعْيادِيَّ واللَّحْمُ بِها

يَشْتَوي بَيْنَ غَرِيضٍ وَقَدِيدِ

Where are my feasts with their meat

Roasting between embers and coals

وَأَضَاحِيَّ التي مِن دَمِها

ظالِماً ضَرَّجْتُ خَدّاً لِلصَعِيدِ

And my sacrifices which with their blood

Unjustly I smeared on the cheek of the ground

تِلكَ أَيَّامي التي قَادَ لَها

جُودُ شَمْسٍ الدّينِ يَا أَيَّامُ عُودِي

Those were my days which were led

By the generosity of the shining sun of the faith, O days of my return