قَد مَرَّ عامٌ يا سُعادُ وَعامُ

وَاِبنُ الكِنانَةِ في حِماهُ يُضامُ

A year has passed, O Suad, and a year

While Ibn Kinana is protected

صَبّوا البَلاءَ عَلى العِبادِ فَنِصفُهُم

يَجبي البِلادَ وَنِصفُهُم حُكّامُ

They have poured afflictions upon the servants, so half of them

Collect tribute and half of them are rulers

أَشكو إِلى قَصرِ الدُبارَةِ ما جَنى

صِدقي الوَزيرُ وَما جَبى عَلّامُ

I complain to the palace of Dubara about what he has done

Tell the truth, O Minister, and what the tax collector has collected

قُل لِلمُحايِدِ هَل شَهِدتَ دِماءَنا

تَجري وَهَل بَعدَ الدِماءِ سَلامُ

Say to the neutral one, have you witnessed our blood

Flowing, and is there peace after blood?

سُفِكَت مَوَدَّتُنا لَكُم وَبَدا لَنا

أَنَّ الحِيادَ عَلى الخِصامِ لِثامُ

Our affection for you was spilled, and it became clear to us

That neutrality in conflict is a mask

إِنَّ المَراجِلَ شَرُّها لا يُتَّقى

حَتّى يُنَفِّسَ كَربَهُنَّ صِمامُ

Verily, boilers - their evil cannot be avoided

Until their valves vent out their distress

لَم يَبقَ فينا مَن يُمَنّي نَفسَهُ

بِوِدادِكُم فَوِدادُكُم أَحلامُ

None remains among us who comforts himself

With your affection, so your affection is but dreams

أَمِنَ السِياسَةِ وَالمُروءَةِ أَنَّنا

نَشقى بِكُم في أَرضِنا وَنُضامُ

Is it of politics and chivalry that we

Suffer with you in our land and are suppressed?

إِنّا جَمَعنا لِلجِهادِ صُفوفَنا

سَنَموتُ أَو نَحيا وَنَحنُ كِرامُ

We have gathered our ranks for jihad

We will die or live, and we are dignified

وَدَعا عَلَيكَ اللَهَ في مِحرابِهِ

الشَيخُ وَالقِسّيسُ وَالحاخامُ

And the Sheikh, the Priest, and the Rabbi have prayed

Upon you in his shrine

لاهُمَّ أَحيِ ضَميرَهُ لِيَذوقَها

غُصَصاً وَتَنسِفَ نَفسَهُ الآلامُ

If only his conscience would come alive so that he may taste

Agonies and sorrows that would rip his soul apart