شَمسي علَى طَرَفِ النَّخيل

فالنِّصفُ مِن جسمِي كَليل

My sun at the edge of the palm trees

Half of my body is frail

والنصفُ تَنخُر فيه حُمىًّ

رِفقُها بي مُستحيل

And half is eaten away by fever

Her gentleness with me impossible

والقلبُ مني مُتعَبٌ

وشِغافُه منِّي نَحيل

My heart is weary

Its covering too slight

والطَّرفُ مِنِّي نُورُهُ

مِن فَرطِ أضرَاري ضَئيل

My gaze its light

From my great afflictions, faint