لَمْ أَمْشِ في طُرُقِ العَزاءِ لأَنَّني

غَالي السُّلُوِّ رَخِيصُ فَيْضِ الأَدْمُعِ

I did not walk in the paths of grief, for I

Am of high spirit, cheap in tear's outpour.

وإِذا ذكَرْتُكَ يَوْمَ سِرْتَ مُوَدِّعاً

وَقَفَ الأَسى في القَلْبِ غَيْرَ مُوَدِّعِ

And when I remembered you the day you left

Farewelling, grief stood still within my heart, unbidding farewell.

وَرَأَيْتُ شَخْصَكَ في سَوادِ جَوَانِحي

مُتَمَثِّلاً فَكأَنَّنا في مَوْضِعِ

And I saw your face in my soul's darkness

Appearing, as though we were in one place.