يا ربعُ مَتى عَهدُكَ بِالأَحبابِ

قَد أَثَّرَ فيكَ غيبَةُ الغيّابِ

My dear one, when did your promise to friends

Fade, as absence made strangers of loves?

عَهدي بِذُراك مَعهَدَ الأَطرابِ

كَم هاجَ هَوى تُرابُ ذاكَ البابِ

My promise to your home is as restless winds,

As passion stirs the dust of your door.