بَينَ السَرائِرِ ضِنَّةً دَفَنوكِ

أَم في المَحاجِرِ خُلسَةً خَبَئوكِ

Between her secrets they buried you

Or in caves they hid you in stealth

ما أَنتِ مِمَّن يَرتَضي هَذا الثَرى

نُزُلاً فَهَل أَرضَوكِ أَم غَبَنوكِ

You are not one who would accept this soil

As home, so did it please or betray you?

يا بِنتَ مَحمودٍ يَعِزُّ عَلى الوَرى

لَمسُ التُرابِ لِجِسمِكِ المَنهوكِ

O daughter of Mahmoud, grieved by all

Is the touch of dust on your frail body

تَرَكوا شَبابَكِ فيهِ نَهباً لِلبِلى

واهاً لِغَضِّ شَبابِكَ المَتروكِ

They left your youth in it, prey to ruin

Alas for the waste of your abandoned youth

وَحَثَوهُ فَوقَ سَناكِ يا شَمسَ الضُحى

فَبَكى لَهُ بَدرُ السَماءِ أَخوكِ

And shoveled it over your sun, O light of morn

So the full moon in the sky wept for you, its brother

داسَ الحِمامُ عَرينَ آسادِ الشَرى

يا لَيتَ شِعري أَينَ كانَ أَبوكِ

The doves trampled the nest of lions

Oh, if only I knew where your father had been

عَهدي بِهِ يَلقى الرَدى بِمُهَنَّدٍ

يَعلوهُ غِمدٌ مِن دَمٍ مَسفوكِ

I knew him, meeting doom with Muhannd

Sheathed in spilled blood, raised high his sword

يا نَفسَ مَحمودٍ وَأَنتِ عَليمَةٌ

بِطَريقِ هَذا العالَمِ المَسلوكِ

Oh soul of Mahmood, though you were wise

to the ways of this walked world

عَهِدوكِ لا تَتَصَدَّعينَ لِحادِثٍ

أَوَ أَنتِ باقِيَةٌ كَما عَهِدوكِ

They knew you break not for any event

Or are you still as they once knew you?

هَذا التُرابُ وَأَنتِ أَعلَمُ مُلتَقى

هَذا الوَرى مِن سوقَةٍ وَمُلوكِ

This dust, and you know best, is where all meet

Ruler and slave in this mortal fray

هَل أَنتِ إِلّا بَينَ جَنبَي ماجِدٍ

صَعبِ الشَكيمَةِ لِلخُطوبِ ضَحوكِ

Are you not between the flank of the splendid

Lion-hearted amidst disasters laughing?

يُغضي بِحَضرَتِهِ الزَمانُ فَيَلتَقي

عِزُّ المَليكِ وَذِلَّةُ المَملوكِ

At his presence time hides its face, and meets

The glory of kings, and slaves' lowliness.