Here is a translation of the Poem you can read further in the page: (thanks to Syrian forever)
syrian forever said...
Here is a go at translation
my eyes after leaving my home
do not like to see the people nor the places
they are only full of tears and do
not sleep
they used to see beauty everywhere
and now they don't
and my heart, I only recognised it because of its sighs
I wish my loved ones know
as they are away what I am feeling here
I never thought I would part with them until my soul parts with my body
my home, time has played with you
who temted time to do this
you were a proud paradise of good fruits
and now they are hurting you and calling this harm a favour to us
they said that they want to help us
but they attacked with swords and spears
life away from home is impossible
wherever you go you can't find peace
if my home became a statue of stone
I would whisper this is the statue of my god
by Kharradin Al Zarqali
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Of course We can't translate absolutely! but that version seems to be good click here to read it in Arabic | 