أَغْرَى اهتِمامُكَ يَا أمْجَدُ

فَقِدْرِيَ مِن غَيْظِها تُزْبِدُ

Your attention has tempted me, O Amjad

So my pot boils with fury

وصَوْميَ والبَرْدُ قَدْ أَقبلا

وَمَطْبَخُنا فِيها أَرْمَدُ

And my fast and the cold have come

While our kitchen in it has become dormant