جَعَلَتْ تشتكي الفِراقَ وفي أَجْ

فانِها عِقْدُ لؤلؤٍ منثورِ

She complains of our estrangement, yet on her neck

Is a necklace of scattered pearls.

وكأَنَّ الكُحلَ السَّحيقَ مَعَ الدَّمْ

عِ عَلَى خَدِّها بَقايا سُطُورِ

And on her cheek the copious kohl mixed with tears

Is like traces of inscribed lines.