وَضعَ الدُّموعَ مواضعَ الحُزنِ

حيُّ التَّسهُّدِ ميِّتُ الجَفنِ

He placed tears in the place of sorrow,

Alive with sighing, dead of eyelid.

عبراتهُ تُنطِقُ ما ضمِّنت

أحشاؤُهُ ولسانُهُ يكني

His tears speak what his breast concealed,

His tongue only hinted.

في كلِّ جارحةٍ لهُ مُقلٌ

تبكي على قلبٍ لهُ رَهنِ

In each of his organs is an eye

That weeps for a heart it has in pawn.

لم يبقَ إلا حينَ أسلمَهُ

قدرٌ للحظةِ واحدِ الحُسنِ

All that remains is the moment when

Fate surrenders him to the beautiful instant.