فَقَد بَلَّغتِني مَن كُنتُ أَرجو

جَداهُ رَجاةَ هَطّالٍ سَجومِ

You have conveyed to me the one I hoped

To find, with yearning like clouds promising rain.

وَكَم مِن قاتِلٍ لِلجوعِ فيكُم

ضَروبٍ بِالحُسامِ عَلى الصَميمِ

How many are starved among you,

Slashing with swords in deadly fight!

وَكَم قَد غَيَّرَ الأَبدانَ مِنّا

عَلى شُعبِ الرِحالِ مِنَ السَمومِ

How many of us have been changed

By the poison sucked from migration’s teats!

وَكائِن قَد شَنَفنَ مُقَلِّصاتٍ

إِلى صَوتٍ وَما هُوَ غَيرُ يَومِ

A being is diminished, letting out

A voice, nothing left but a rueful day.

تَجاوَبُ وَهيَ في دَيجورِ لَيلٍ

تَفَجُّعَ هامَتَينِ عَلى الأَرومِ

Cries echo in the black night,

Two mountain goats bleating on the hill.