كَدَّرَ عَيشي بِالقِلى شادِنٌ

روحِيَ في كَفَّيهِ مَأسوره

My life was saddened by his departure

My soul captured in his hands

كَأَنَّما الصُدغُ عَلى خَدِّهِ

عَنبَرَةٌ مِن فَوقِ كافوره

As if his cheek was

Ambergris atop camphor