My eyes wept over the separation,
Take me to the land of Jihad and then bid me farewell.
I remembered the Jihad so my tears overflowed,
And my eye awoke although it was subdued by humiliation.
I love the battle, but its mountains have tumbled.
I love the places of combat. Desist from me.
I speak to my soul; deprive it of its desires
I train it upon penetrating death.
For every love for other than Allaah,
Is a mirage, indeed from madness.
May Allaah curse the abstention (from Jihad) and whoever takes