كَتَبتُ إِلى الحَبيبِ بِكَسرِ عَيني

كِتاباً لَيسَ يَقرَؤُهُ سِواهُ

I wrote to the beloved with the breaking of my eyes

A letter no one would read but him

فَأَخبَرَني تَوَرُّدُ وَجنَتَيهِ

وَكَسرُ جُفونِهِ أَن قَد قَراهُ

His blushing cheeks told me

And his tearful eyes that he had read it