يا ظاعِناً قَلبي عليه هَودجُ

أَنّى سَلِمتَ وَنارُه تتأَجَّجُ

O my heart that yearns for him, distress prevails

How did you find peace when his fire rages?

سلكت به أَيدي المَطايا منهجاً

فيهِ لِطَيفِ الحُزنِ نَحوي منهجُ

The hands of misfortune made their way with him

Towards my gentle sadness their course proceeds

فَكأَنَّه بَدرُ الدُجى يَجري عَلى

فلكِ الأفولِ له السباسبُ أَبرُجُ

He is like the moon of darkness traveling

Across the sphere of setting, its towers crumbling