أَيُّ عِيدٍ مَضَى وَمملوكُكَ الو

رَّاقُ فيهِ لمْ يَلْتَقِ الجَزَّارا

What feast has passed with your slave in it

Where the butcher did not meet the lord

شَابَ فَوْدِى ومَطْبخي وَفَؤَادِي

فَغَدا لَيْلُنا الجَميعُ نَهارا

The youth of my heart, my cook, and I

Our night became for all of us day

والضَّحايَا تُسَاقُ إلاَّ إلينا

فَكَأَنَّا كُنَّا بهِ كُفَّارا

And the sacrifices are only brought to us

As though we were for it atoners

وَمتَى ما دَعَوْتُ جُودَ كَرِيم

لَمْ يُزِدْهُ الدُّعَاءُ إلاَّ فِرارا

And whenever I called upon a generous one

My calling only made him flee

فَقُدورِي تَنزَّلتْ بَعدَ ما كُنْ

تَ لها أَنتَ رافِعاً أَقْدارا

So my pots descended after you used to

For them raise up their worth

لَمْ يَقُمْ في السَّوادِ مِنها خَطِيبٌ

يُذْكِرُ النَّاسَ جَنَّةً أَو نارا

No preacher stood in the darkness among them

Mentioning to the people a paradise or hell

لا ولا زُخْرُفُ الدِّماءِ بأَرضي

فَتُريني بِوَجْنَتَيها احمِرارا

No blood ornament on my land

Showing me with its two cheeks redness

لا ولا سُورَةُ الدُّخَانِ تَلَتْها

بُرْمَةٌ لي قَد أَصبَحَتْ أَعشَارا

No Surat Al-Dukhan followed it

For me a cooking pot that became stoves