1. أزار علي أمة الأحد الظبي

    فياكم أقيمت جمعة بخميسه

    Ali brought the people of Sunday to the sword-blades;

    How many a Friday congregation was held by his host!

  2. وباتت نشاوى تقذف الدم سمره

    وقد سكرت من منزعات كؤوسه

    And his dusky spears spent the night drunken, spewing blood,

    Having grown drunk on draughts drawn from his cups.

  3. إذا أم جيشاً مارقاً وتضاحكت

    وجوه الظبي في نقعه وعبوسه

    When he advances upon a renegade army, and laughter plays

    On the faces of the sword-blades amid his dust and frown,

  4. أضاق صدور الأرض ملقى جسومه

    وغصت لها آفاقها بنفوسه

    Its fallen bodies crowd the earth’s breasts,

    And because of them, its horizons choke on their souls.

  5. ويلبس عاري الجو سود مسوحه

    ولو زف في أقماره وشموسه

    And the naked sky dons its black sackcloth,

    Even if led in wedding procession amid its moons and suns.

  6. فتى عام نعماه رسول أناته

    فإن لم يفد أعنته ساعة بؤسه

    A young man whose year of bounty is his forbearance’s envoy;

    If that avails not, an hour of his severity wears the foe down.