خلعت هياكلَها بِجَرعاءِ الحمى

كَرهاً وقد أزفت لأن تَتعلَّقا

She shed her mantle in fever's reckless bout,

Though time for parting was almost at hand,

لكنها ذكرَت عهودَ صفاتِها

وصبت لمغناها القديم تَشوُّقا

For she recalled the days of grace gone by

And poured for her old song a longing grand,

وتلفتت نحو الديار فشاقَها

عهدٌ قديمٌ كان مثواه البقا

She glanced around at her abode so fair

That ancient trysting-place that love did bless,

حنَّت حنين الإلف لما راقها

ربعٌ عفت أطلاله فتمزّقا

She yearned with longing love for things familiar there

A place whose ruins muted grief express,

وقفت تسائله فرد جوابَها ال

إقرار أنَّ غداً يكونُ الإلتقا

She questioned it then harkened for an answer clear

If tomorrow would bring a hoped-for meeting, nay

لا تفرقي مما يجيب بزعمه

رَجعُ الصدى أن لا سبيل إلى اللقا

Believe him not who saith your goal is far

Echo repeats that you shall not meet today,

فبكت بعين الحال معهد عهدِها ال

مألوفِ ثم سمت بأوج الإرتقا

With tearful eyes she mourned the days of old

The dear familiar days that are no more

سُرَّت بمركزها القديم وأظهرت

أسفاً على زمنٍ مضى فتفرَّقا

Then proudly did her crest aloft she hold

And grieved for that sweet time forever o'er

فكأنها برقٌ تألَّق بالحمى

سَحَراً ينير الغرب ثم المشرقا

As lightning in the fever she flashed bright

Enchantment glowing in both east and west

نُشرَت أشعتُه بأفق سمائه

ثم انطوى فكأنه ما أبرقا

Her rays were scattered over heaven’s height

Then folded as if they had ne’er been blessed.