ﻧﻀﺒﺖ ﻛﻞ ﺟﺮﻭﺣﻲ
ﻣﻦ ﻳﻌﻴﺮﻧﻲ ﻧﺰﻓﺎ
ﻳﻨﺒﺾ ﺑﺎﻟﻘﻠﻴﻞ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﻴﻞ
ﻣﻦ ﺗﺤﺪ ..... ﺣﺘﻰ ﺣﻴﻦ
ﻟﺴﻮﻳﻌﺎﺕ ... ﺃﻳﺎﻡ ... ﻭﺩﻫﻮﺭ
ﺃﻛﺘﺐ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﻓﻜﺮﺓ ﻧﺼﺮ
ﻏﺎﺩﺭﻫﺎ ﺍﻟﺨﻮﻑ
ﺃﻋﻠﻦ ﺛﻮﺭﺓ
ﻳﻌﻠﻮﻫﺎ ﺻﻬﻴﻞ ﺍﻟﻤﻴﻤﻮﻥ
ﻓﻲ ﻋﺮﺻﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺤﺰﻥ ﺍﻟﻜﺮﺏﻻﺋﻲ
ﺃﺣﺘﻀﻦ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ
ﻋﻠﻨﻲ ﺃﺩﺭﻙ ﺍﻟﻔﺘﺢ
ﻓﺎﻟﻐﻮﺙ ﻳﻨﺎﺩﻳﻨﻲ
ﻫﻞ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺎﺻﺮ
ﻳﻠﺒﺲ ﻻﻣﺔ ﺣﺮﺑﻪ
ﻳﺼﺮﺥ ﻋﺸﻘﻲ
ﻟﺒﻴﻚ ﺣﺴﻴﻨﺎ ﻟﺒﻴﻚ
ﻛﻔﻨﻲ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻣﻲ
ﻭﺍﻟﻐﺮﺑﺔ ﻗﺒﺮﻱ
ﻣﻦ ﺃﻓﻮﺍﻩ ﺍﻟﺼﻤﺖ
ﺗﺘﻌﺎﻟﻰ ﺯﻏﺮﻭﺩﺓ ﻋﺮﺳﻲ
ﻳﺄﺳﺮﻧﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﻨﻴﻦ
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺴﻴﺮ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ
ﺃﻃﻮﻑ ﻓﻲ ﻓﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﻤﺄﺳﺎﺓ
ﻭﺑﺤﺠﺎﺭﺓ ﺳﺠﻴﻞ
ﺃﺭﻣﻲ ﺟﻨﺪ ﺍﻟﺸﻴﻄﺎﻥ