1. I was not the first whose tribe was scattered,
And who faced the morn certain of parting,
١. ما كُنتُ أَوَّلَ مَن تَفَرَّقَ شَملُهُ
وَرَأى الغَداةَ مِنَ الفِراقِ يَقينا
2. While the farewells, for which I yearned,
Were weeping, like a dove, without ceasing.
٢. وَبَدارَةِ السَلَمِ الَّتي شُوِّقتُها
دِمِنٌ يَظَلُّ حَمامُها يَبكينا