ذَلَّ الفراقُ لقد رمتْ يدُه

منى أعزَّ فتىً على قومي

The sorrows of parting have struck their blow

Laying low the dearest of men to my people

وسقَى اللقاءُ العينَ لو ظمئت

من دمعها رَوِيت من النومِ

And the joy of meeting would have quenched my eyes' thirst

Had they thirsted, watered by tears as I slept

في الرائحين هوىً شُعِفتُ بهِ

شعَف العواذل فيه باللومِ

Among the sand dunes passion enfeebled me

With a love that enfeebled the censured Gazelles

يا يومَ فاجأني بفُرقته

لم أجزِه إذ لم يكن يومي

O day you surprised me by parting from him

I was unprepared since you were not my day