Donkey takes the lead

One day sadness passed and the heart embraced it.

Didn't you know, O heart, that you carried the pain?

And writing was forbidden, so sadness changed the system

And I sent in it the pride of evil, so the bird sang the tune

And my anger flared when the homeland fell and the flag followed it

And our life turned after it was a blessing into curses

And passion abandoned its theaters in amusement above the darkness

And the soul abandoned its desires, so will you do, O heart of the foot?

I love tragedies in the heart, so it became a disease in the evening smiling

And the sail in the sea is a ship with worries

And the waves turned it upside down, so it sank, and my hand still holds the banner

So, O feelings, I resort to the heart when pain comes to you

And stay away from it before nothingness snatches you away

My motto became playing with words

And sadness embraces the heart, so what should I abide by what the pen advised it to do?

It became an empty slogan that motivates me like fire to greed

I wrote twenty verses in seventy years of my life

And I never put a medal on it to decorate it

So do not complain about me, O memories of the past, to my heart and mind

I wonder why you complain about my mind, while you are the owner of my wound that hurts?

Your complaint to people, O son of Adam, is characterized by holiness

So who is concerned with holiness or the fall of that knowledge?

If knowledge falls, the wave honors it from carrying it

And free his feelings, O pen that wrote for everyone who was a torch for illness?

Worries are like sorrows, like a flood, and diseases have increased in our country

Their voices resound, no matter how sick people are, they have hidden the pain

To whom do you complain of your sadness and grief, while people sing of your sadness

Your eyes are a boiling volcano, and those in front of you have become idols

And if you complain to whom you complain, it makes you happy and pleased

Have you added a wound to your wound, calling it regret?

Does comforting your friend ease your pain?

Or does the injustice of people make you laugh and you don't learn?

My friend, don't lament your luck so that knowledge doesn't fall

For luck has no eye if it doesn't see the fall of ambitions?

Go to the mountain and hide in it and try to climb the peaks

If you reach it, stretch your hands to the sky and embrace knowledge

How many times have I been disappointed in those I gave my trust to, O Arabs

No matter how much I search for excuses to be honest with you, I always find you accused

How many bridges have I built for you, O brothers, so why did you betray the sons and knowledge?

Do you know how many souls in prisons have weakened from torture? But it did not weaken the resolve of its owner with his wounds and did not speak

Woe to Yahya from a time when the hearts of the world and those nations hardened

I left my sons burning in fire and devouring their bodies

Neither the wound of the colonizer hurts nor the sting of fire heals the wound

Nor does sorrow and disease break him nor does their clothes bind him

I was in the situation so I said to the time in their love I became like them

So announce the fall of the homeland, for I left my hand the banner

The departure of the martyr is a memory that still saddens me whenever it crosses my mind

If consolation and poetry are easy for her and with the rhymes in it she is composed

So drink, my brother, your tears and sip their salt, for glories are not easy

Except in the memory of the fall of the martyr and with him the banner smiling

So do not be sad, turn away from the back of an Arab donkey who claims to understand

Our conversation and does not learn from his calamity and is not ashamed as long as the pulse of the pen is in his hand?