فلو أن خداً كان من فيضِ عبرةٍ

يرى معشباً لاخضر خدي فأعشبا

If a cheek had overflowed with tears of sorrow,

It would have seen my cheek become green and verdant.

كأن ربيع الزهر بين مدامعي

بما اخضل فيه من ضنى وتصببا

As though the springtime of flowers were midst my tears,

With what they shed of tenderness and pouring.

على أنني لم أبكِ إلا مودعاً

بقيةَ نفسٍ ودعتني لتذهبا

Yet I did not weep except to bid farewell

To a soul's remainder that bid me go.

وقد قلتُ لما لم أجد لي راحةً

سوى الدمع لما حل أهلاً ومرحبا

And I said, when I found no comfort for myself

Other than tears, since it had settled as a welcome and greetings.