لقد نَطَقَتْ بالوجدِ منكَ مدامعٌ

وهَبْتَ زَماناً حُسْنَها لسُرورِها

Tears of passion have spoken from you,

And you granted a time its beauty for its joy.

أبَتْ زفراتٌ تَستَحِمُ خُيولَها

يدُ الشّوقِ إلاّ مسّةً في ظُهورِها

Sighs refused except to bathe their horses

The hand of longing only a touch on their backs.