وقائِلَةٍ وقَدْ بَصُرَتْ بَدَمْعٍ

على الخَدَّيْنِ مُنْحَدِرٍ سَكُوبِ

And a woman said, when she caught sight of my tears,

streaming down both cheeks in a pouring flood:

تكذِبُ في البكاءِ وأنتَ خِلْوٌ

قَديماً ما جَسَرْتَ على الذنُوبِ

“You lie in your weeping, though you are free of grief;

long have you dared to commit sins.

قَميصُكَ والدُّمُوعُ تَجولُ فيهِ

وقَلْبُكَ ليسَ بالقلبِ الكَئيبِ

Your shirt, with tears coursing over it,

while your heart is no grief-stricken heart,

شبيهُ قَميصِ يوسُفَ حين جاؤوا

على لَبّاتِهِ بِدَمٍ كَذُوبِ

resembles Joseph’s shirt when they came

with lying blood across its breast.”

دُموعُ العاشقينَ إذا تَوالَتْ

بِظَهْرِ الغَيْبِ أَلْسِنَةُ القُلُوبِ

The tears of lovers, when they follow one upon another,

are the hearts’ tongues, bringing the unseen to light.