إلى أوْطَانِه حَنّ العَمِيدُ

فَظَلّ كَأنّه غُصْنٌ يَمِيدُ

The colonel yearned for his homelands

He seemed as a bending branch

ومسقطَ رأسهِ ذَكَر اشْتِياقاً

فَذابَ فُؤادُهُ وهو الحَديدُ

And his birthplace he remembered longingly

His heart melted though it was iron

ولَو رامَ السلُوّ أَبَتْ عَلَيه

مَعاهدُ عَهدها الماضي حَميدُ

Had oblivion tried to make him forget

The pacts of his glorious past would have refused