1. My passion was revived after it had ceased
My dream revisited me and my patience consoled me

2. The morning breeze wails for its beloved
Stirring the sorrows of my heart though unaware

3. And had it wept profusely when it moaned
I would have said it was Al-Khansa grieving over Sakhr

4. But it shed no tears while mine overflowed
For next to drops of rain mine poured even more