Excerpts from the fiery poem: -
Oh my country, exhibited at the market as a morning star
They are lamenting you in the night brothels
And some revolutionaries are perfecting their manhood
Joggling at the drum and trumpet
Those are your enemies, my country
Who sold Palestine other than your enemies, O my country?
Who by God, sold Palestine and accumulated a wealth
Other than the list of beggars at the ruler's thresholds
And at the Great Powers' tables?
As soon as the night put on its veils
The cups crack avowing Jerusalem is your Arab Nationalism's Bride
Ahlan(welcome)…Ahlan(welcome)
Who sold Palestine other than the pen's revolutionaries?
I have sworn by the bottlenecks of wine, though the cup full only of Poison
And by this indigested revolutionary by the sea-oysters
In Beirut
Building a big belly till he lost his neck
I have sworn by the history of starvation and the day of famine
Not a single Arab would ever last if we remained at this
Predicament
Among the profiteering rulers
Jerusalem is the bride of your Arab Nationalism
Why you brought in her room all the night's adulterers
And you remained behind the doors eavesdropping
Hearing the screams of her virginity
Then you drew all your daggers, bragging
Yelling at her to hush lest her honor is blemished