أَلَم تَرَ أَنّا يَومَ حِنوِ ضَرِيَّةٍ

حَمَينا وَقُلنا السَبيُ لا يُتَقَسَّمُ

Did you not see that on the day of sorrow's visit

We defended it and said: Captives are not to be divided!

ضَرَبنا بِأَكنافِ السَماءِ بُيوتَنا

عَلى ذِروَةٍ أَركانُها لا تُهَدَّمُ

We pitched our tents upon the peaks of heaven,

With foundations no torrent could wash away.

حَلَبنا بِأَخلافِ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ

شَآبيبُ مَوتٍ تَستَهِلُّ وَتَرزِمُ

We milked down upon them death in streaming showers,

Until they were cut down and removed from our midst.