وَاخَجلَتا لِلطَّيفِ لَمّا سَرى
في خَطَرِ اللَّيلِ إِلى ساهِرِ
Oh, how ashamed I am for the phantom when it journeyed
through the perils of night to one who lay awake.
زِيارَة ضاعَت وَلَكِنَّها
جِنايَةٌ الشَّوقِ عَلى الزَّائِرِ
A visit went to waste, yet it was
longing’s offense against the visitor.
Sol 6