يَا نِعَمَةً عَظُمَتْ فَلَمْ تَدُمِ

وَكَذَا تَكُونُ عَظَائِمُ النِّعَمِ

Oh blessing that was mighty but did not last,

And so are blessings, however great.

عِشْنَا زَمَاناً وَهْيَ قِسْمَتُنَا

وَغَنَاؤُنَا عَنْ سَائِرِ القِسَمِ

We lived an age when our lot was divided,

And we were content, unlike the rest.

حَتَّى عَدِمْنَاهَا فَعِزَّتُنَا

كَالذلِّ وَالإِثْرَاءِ كَالعَدَمِ

Till we lost it and our pride

Was as abject as wealth is naught.

وَاحَرَّ قَلْبَا يَا أُمَيْمَةُ أَنْ

تَمْضِي وَيَمْضِي السَّعْدُ مِنْ أَمَمِ

Grief consumes my heart, O Umayma,

That you leave and gladness leaves my soul.

مَاذَا أَنَا وَلِمَنْ مُكَافَحَتِي

وَعَلامَ بَذْلِي قُوَّتِي وَدَمِي

What am I in this struggle, who profits?

Why spend my strength and blood in vain?