تَحَدَّثتِ الرِكابُ بِسَير أَروى

إِلى بَلَدٍ حططتُ بِهِ خِيامي

The caravan conversed of journeying

Toward a land where I had pitched my tents

فَكِدتُ أَطيرُ من شَوقٍ اِلَيها

بِقادمةٍ كَقادِمَةِ الحمامِ

I almost flew with yearning for that place

On a ship like a homing pigeon's flight