بِالهَجرِ رأت سفكَ دَمي مأخوذا

هَلّا بِغرار لَحظِها مَشحوذا

With separation she saw my blood being shed

As if by the sharpness of her glancing eyes I bled

من عادَتِها الليُّ وَأَن تَرميني

كالصُدغ وَراءَ ظَهرِها مَنبوذا

It is her habit to throw me away

Behind her back, discarded like a cheekbone