بَكى أَسفاً للبَيْنِ يَوْمَ التَّفَرُّقِ

وقد هَوَّنَ التَّوْدِيعُ بَعْضَ الَّذِي لَقِي

He wept in sorrow when we parted

Though bidding farewell eased some of the pain I met

وَما للَّذِي وَلَّى به البَيْنُ حَسْرَةٌ

بَكَيْتُ وَلَكِنْ حَسْرَةً للَّذِي بَقِي

Yet my longing is not for the one who left

But for the one who stayed, that is why I cried

وَقد شاقَنِي الوُرْقُ السّواجعُ بالضُّحى

ومَن يسْتمع داعِي الصّبابَةِ يشتَقِ

The morning letters pained me with their passion

And if one listens to the youthful caller, they yearn

على فَنَنٍ مِن أَيْكةٍ قد تَعَلَّقَتْ

بحبْلِ النَّوَى مِن قَلْبي المُتَعَلِّقِ

For arts from a loving woman whose affection

Hangs from my heart by a string of resolve

فَصَدَّقْتُها في البَيْنِ مِن غَيْرِ عَبْرةٍ

وكَمْ مِن كَثيرِ الدّمْعِ غَيْرِ مُصَدَّقِ

I believed her in our separation without tears

Though many who cry much are not believed

لَعَلَّ نَسيمَ الرِّيحِ تأَتي به الصّبا

بنشرِ الخُزامى والكِباءِ المُعَبَّقِ

Maybe the breeze will bring him to me

With the scent of blossoms and perfume

كأَنَّ علَيْهَا نَفْحةً عَبْشَمِيَّةً

أَتَتْ مِن جنابِ المُسْتَعِينِ المُوَفَّقِ

As if there was upon it the scent of beautiful incense

Brought from the court of the blessed victorious caliph

فنِلْتَ الَّذِي قد نِلْتَ إِذ لَيْسَ للعُلا

سواكَ كأَنَّ الدَّهْرَ للنَّاسِ منْتَقِ

So you attained what you attained when none but you

Seems for people as though fate is to be picked