عندي جوى سحب السحائب عنوةً

بسلاسلٍ للبرق ساعةَ شوقها

I have the aroma of clouds dragged forcibly

With chains for lightning in its moment of yearning

وصبابةٌ جذبت حماماتِ اللوى

حتى تنوح أسى بفاضل طوقها

And morning dew that drew the doves of tenderness

Until they coo sadly for the excess of its halo