1. I wrote while my longing dictated sadness,
A secret of love though silence was great,
١. كَتَبْتُ وشَوْقِيَ يُملِي أسىً
سَريرةَ حُبٍّ وَشاها الجَلَمْ
2. Had I made for her a line other than it,
The pen would have blazed between my hands
٢. ولو رُمْتُ خَطّاً لَها بِسِواهُ
تَلهَّبَ بينَ يَدَيَّ القَلَمْ