الموت في صُحُفِ العشَّاق مكتوبُ

والهجر من قبل تنكيدٌ وتعيبُ

Death is written in the scrolls of lovers,

And separation was predetermined and foretold.

إن طال ليلي فوجه الصبح مطلعُهُ

من وجه من هو عن عَينَيَّ محجوبُ

If my night is long, the face of dawn is its advent,

From the face of one who is veiled from my eyes.

من لي باعلامِهِ أنِّي لغيبته

ذيل المدامع في خَدَيَّ مسحوب

If only he knew from my symptoms that, because of his absence,

The tail of tears on my cheek is drawn.

كأنّ أجفانَ عيني من تذكُّرهِ

غُصن مَروح من الطَّرفاءِ مهَضوبُ

It seems that my eyelids, from remembering him,

Are a supple branch, beaten by the breezes.