عذيري من هضيمِ الكشحِ أحْوى

رخيمِ الدلِّ قد لبسَ الشَّبابا

My excuse is that I have grown weary of rejection

While the gentle breeze dons youth again

أعدَّ الهجرَ هاجرةً لقلبي

وصَيَّرَ وعْدَهُ فيها سَرابا

He made separation a migrant in my heart

And turned his promise into a mirage within it