رَقَّت لِحَديث شَوقيَ الأَسحارُ

واِستَرسَل في حَنينها الأَطيارُ

The dawns were softened by my longing tale

And unrestrained, the birds joined my wail

وَالصُبحُ بِشَطِّ جَيبِهِ وافَقَني

وَالمزنَةُ سال دَمعُها المِدرارُ

As morning met me by the river bend

Endless tears from the clouds did descend