فَلَو أَنَّ أَيامَ المَنونِ تَرَكنَنا

فَعِشنا مَعاً ما ضَرَّنا مَن تُخُرِّما

If only the days of demise had left us be

And we lived together, unharmed by their harm

وَمازالَ مِنّا حامِلٌ لِلوائِنا

وَموقِدُ نارٍ لِلنَدى حَيثُ يَمَّما

One of us would still carry our banner

And kindle a fire for the dew wherever it led

وَلَكِنَّ أَياماً مِنَ الدَهرِ أَحدَثَت

لَنا حَدَثاً أَوهى عُروشاً وَهَدَّما

But some days of fate wrought

New events for us, razing our glories

وَما زادَنا عَضُّ الثِقافِ قَناتَنا

وَلا شِدَّةُ العَزّاءِ إِلا تَكَرُّما

The bite of grief brought us no surcease

Nor did depths of consolation engender calm