ﻳﺎ ﺃﻣﺮﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﺒﺘﺮﻭﻝ ﺗﻤﺮَّﻏﻮﺍ ﻓَﻮﻗَﻪ
ﻓﻤﺎ ﻋﺪﺗُّﻢ ﺇﻻ ﻓﻲ ﺿﻼﻝ
ﻭﺍﺳْﻜﺒﻮﺍ ﻧﻔﻄﻜﻢ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﻗﺪﺍﻡ ﺧﻠﻴﻼﺗﻜﻢ
ﻓﻲ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﺕ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﺲ
ﻭﻟﻤﻠﻤﻮﺍ ﺃﺷﻴﺎﺀﻛﻢ
ﻣﻦ ﻋﻨﺪ ﻗﺎﻧﻴﺎﺕ ﺍﺑﻠﻴﺲ
ﻗﺘﻠﺘﻢ ﺍﻟﻘﺪﺱ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﺴﺮﻯ
ﻭﺑﻌﺘﻮﻫﺎ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺃﻥ ﻧﻔﻘَﺖْ ﻣﺮﻭﺀﺗُﻜﻢ
ﺷﻬﺪﺍﺀ ﺍﻷﻗﺼﻰ ﺑﻌﺘُﻢ ﺭﻣﺎﺩَﻫﻢ
ﻟﻌﺪﻭٍّ ﺣﺮﺍﺑُﻪ ﺃﺟﻬﻀﺖْ ﺃﺧﻮﺍﺗِﻜﻢ
ﻫﺪﻣﺖْ ﻣﻨﺎﺯﻟﻬﻢ
ﺣﺮﻗﺖْ ﻣﺼﺎﺣﻔﻜﻢ
ﻭﺭﺍﻳﺘُﻬﺎ ﺍﺭﺗﻔﻌﺖْ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﺷﻼﺀ ﺇﺧﻮﺍﻧﻜﻢ
ﺍﻟﺬﻳﻦ ﺻُﻠﺒﻮﺍ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﺷﺠﺎﺭ ﺳﺎﺣﺎﺕ ﺍﻷﻗﺼﻰ
ﻛﻤﺎ ﺻﻠﺒﻮﻫﻢ
ﻓﻲ ﻋﻜﺎ ..
ﻭﻓﻲ ﻳﺎﻓﺎ ..
ﻭﻓﻲ ﺣﻴﻔﺎ ..
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻠﺪ ﻭﺍﻟﺮﻣﻠﺔ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻨﻘﺐ ﻭﺟﻠﻴﻠﻜﻢ
ﺃﻟﻴﺴﻮﺍ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻦ ﺳﻼﻟﺘﻜﻢ ؟
ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻘﺪﺱ ﺗﻐﻮﺹ ﻓﻲ ﺩﻣﻬﺎ
ﻭﺃﻧﺘﻢ ﺻﺮﻋﻰ ﺑﺸﻬﻮﺍﺗﻜﻢ
ﺗﻨﺎﻣﻮﻥ ﻭﻛﺄﻥَّ ﺍﻟﻤﺄﺳﺎﺓَ
ﻟﻴﺴﺖْ ﺑﻌﻀﺎً ﻣﻦ ﻣﺄﺳﺎﺗِﻜﻢ
ﻓﺎﺳﺘﻴﻘﻈﻮﺍ ﻗﺒﻞ ﺃﻥ ﺗﻨﺴﻮﺍ ﺫﺍﺗَﻜﻢ
ﻣﻦ ﻳﺴﻤﻊ ﻧﺪﺍﺀ ﺍﻷﻗﺼﻰ
ﻣﻦ ﻳﺴﻤﻊ ﺃﻧﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺠﺮﻭﺡ
ﻣﻦ ﻳﺴﻤﻊ ﻫﺪﻳﺮ ﺍﻟﺪﻣﺎﺀ
ﻭﺿﺤﻜﺎﺕ ﻋﺪﻭٍّ ﻟﺪﻭﺩ
ﻭﺃﻧﺘﻢ ﻓﻲ ﺯﺍﻭﻳﺔ ﺍﻟﻜﻮﻥ ﺗﺠﻠﺴﻮﻥ
ﺗﺮﻣﻘﻮﻥ ﺍﻷﺷﻼﺀ ﺑﻌﻴﻮﻧﻜﻢ
ﻭﺑﺒﻨﺖ ﺷﻔﺔ ﻻ ﺗﺤﺮﻛﻮﻥ
ﻭﺍﻷﻗﺼﻰ ﺗﺴﻴﺢ ﺍﻟﺪﻣﻮﻉ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻧﻮﺭ ﻗﺒﺘﻪ
ﻭﺑﻜﻰ ﺑﺼﻮﺕ ﺷﻘَّﻖَ ﺣﻨﺎﻳﺎ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ
ﻫﻮ ﺍﻟﻤﺠﺮﻭﺡ
ﻭﺍﻟﺠﺮﺡُ ﻳﻨﺰﻑ ﺩﻣﻌﺎً ﻭﺩﻡ
ﻓﺄﻳﻦ ﺿﻤﺎﺩﺍﺗﻜﻢ ﻳﺎ ﻋﺮﺏ
ﻣﻦ ﻳﺠﻔﻒ ﺍﻟﺪﻣﻊ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﻴﻦ
ﻻ ﺗﺒﻚِ ﻳﺎ ﺃﻗﺼﻰ
ﻓﺄﻧﺎ ﺃﺣﺒﻚ
ﻭﺃﻋﺪﻙ ..
ﺳﺄﺑﻘﻰ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﻬﺪﻱ ﺃﺯﻭﺭﻙ
ﻭﺃﺫﻛﺮﻙ ..
ﻭﺃﺻﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺮ ﺗﺤﺖ ﻗﺒﺘﻚ