فَكَمْ جَرَى مِنْ سانِحٍ يَسْنَحُ

وَبارِحاتٍ لَمْ تَحَرْ تَبْرَحُ

So much has flowed from each fleeting moment,

And nights that do not cease their roaming.

بِطَيْرِ تَخْبِيبٍ وَلا تَبْرَحُ

With birds that trill, but never depart.