وأعزّةٌ عَزَّيتُ بعد فراقهم

باليأس قلبي أن يكون لقاءُ

And my dear ones I consoled after their absence

With despair my heart that there will be a meeting

أشتاقُهم والى الترنُّمِ مَفزعي

والى الترنُّم يفزعُ الادباءُ

I yearn for them and my recourse is chanting

And to chanting the literati have recourse

ولربّما شَبَّعته بتنفُّسٍ

فيكاد يَصدَع قلبيَ الصعداءُ

And maybe I sated it with a breath

Then almost my lofty heart would split