والدارُ بعدَهُمُ مقسَّمةٌ

بينَ الرياحِ وهاتِفِ الوَدْقِ

The house after them is divided

Between the winds and telephone bells

درجَ الزمانُ على معارِفها

كمدارجِ الأقلام في الرقِّ

Time has stepped on its acquaintances

Like the steps of pens on parchment

لم يبقَ منها غيرُ أرمِدَةٍ

لُبِّدْنَ بينَ خوالدٍ وُرْقِ

Nothing remains of it but ruins

Patched among the spare stones

وسطورِ آناءٍ بعَقْوتِها

مَحْنوَّةٍ كأهلَّةِ المَحْقِ

And lines of vessels in its niche

Bent like the crescent moon