وَفَارَقْتُ حَتَّى مَا أُبالي مِنَ النَّوَى

وإنْ بَانَ جِيرانٌ عَلَيَّ كِرامُ

I parted from home and ceased to care where I pitched my tent

And though generous neighbors settled near me here and there

فَقَدْ جَعَلتْ نَفْسِيَ عَلَى النَّأْيِ تَنْطَوِي

وَعَيْني عَلَى فَقْدِ الصَّدِيقِ تَنَامُ

I made my soul wrap solitude around itself for garment

And over the loss of friends let my eyes feel sleep's sweet touch