وَقَفنا نُجيلُ الرأيَ في ساكني الغضا

وجَمرُ الغضا بينَ الضُلوعِ يجولُ

We stood revealing thoughts to dwellers in the meadow,

While embers of passion wandered through our ribs.

نَشيمُ بأرض الشامِ بَرقاً كأنَّهُ

عقودٌ نِضادٌ ما لهُنَّ فُصولُ

We lived in Syria where lightnings were like

Necklaces of brilliant jewels that knew no Autumn.