رحلت وفي مصر لي سادةٌ

يطول غرامي بهم واكتئابي

I left, though in Egypt I had friends

For whom still yearns my heart in melancholy mood.

جفوني وضنوا بأخبارهم

فأصبحت أطلبها من صحابي

My eyelids ache to hear some news of them;

I ask about them from my comrades kind.

عسى خبرٌ عنهم صادقٌ

أطالعه من كتاب الشهابِ

O may some tidings of my absent friends,

True ones, I find within the shooting star!