1. It is nothing but his fever and its days
The talk of his thoughts and his dreams
١. ما هُوَ إِلّا الحِمى وَأَيّامُهُ
حَديثُ أَفكارِهِ وَأَحلامُهُ
2. His heart and his eyes weep for him
And for what his pens derive
٢. يَبكي لَهُ قَلبُهُ وَناظِرُه
وَبِالَّذي تَستَمِدُّ أَقلامُهُ
3. For God, a night there made me lonely
Not as his sleepers made him lonely
٣. لِلَهِ لَيلٌ هُناكَ أَوحَشَني
وَلا كَما أَوحَشَتهُ نُوّامُهُ
4. He used to weep for the day he was absent from
How about him after his year passed by
٤. قَد كانَ يَبكي لِليَومِ عَنهُ خَلا
كَيفَ بِهِ بَعدَ ما خَلا عامُهُ