رَبَعَ الفؤادُ خِلالَ تلك الأربُعِ

فكأنّها أولى به من أضلُعي

My heart was cloven in four 'midst that blessed four,

As though for it they were more rightful than my ribs.

وأقام فيه فالجوانحُ بَلقَعٌ

منه وما البِيدُ القِفارُ ببَلقَعِ

So it took dwelling there and the wings became tattered,

Of it and how is the waste, the wastes with tattered things?

وأَرى الصَّبا تمرى السّحابَ وإنَّما

تَمرِي صَبابتُهُ سحابَ الأدمُعِ

And I see the youth passing the clouds, yet only

The clouds of his pain are passing, the clouds of tears.