قَد جِيء لي مِن نِعالِ الحِبِّ يا حَزني

مِنَ النّوى بِغبارٍ كانَ ملتمسي

The sandals of love have brought me, O my grief,

Dust from the campsite that once sheltered me.

شَمَمتُه خِدنَ وَجدٍ حابِساً نَفسي

حَتّى قَضيت بِشَمِّي حابِسَ النّفسِ

I inhaled its scent of tender affection

Till with that scent I tamed my captured breath.