إِذا ما اِلتَقَينا لِلوَداعِ حَسِبتَنا

لَدى الضَمِّ وَالتَعنيقِ حَرفاً مُشَدَّدا

When we meet to bid farewell, we seem

In our embraces and clinging, one letter doubled

فَنَحنُ وَإِن كُنّا مُثَنّى شَخوصُنا

فَما تَنظُرُ الأَبصارُ إِلّا مُوَحَّدا

Though we are two persons, our forms

Appear to all eyes as but one

وَما ذاكَ إِلّا مِن نُحولي وَنورُهُ

فَلَولا أَنيني ما رَأَت لِيَ مَشهَدا

That is but my leanness, and his light

If it were not for my sighs, no one would have seen us together