يَومَ الفِراقِ لَقَد أَمَتَّ فَريقا

وَالجزعُ يَنثُرُ في العَقيقِ عَقيقا

The day we parted, it rendered groups asunder,

And anguish scatters carnelian in carnelian.

أَذهَبتَ دَمعي إِذ أَتاكَ مُفَضَّضاً

وَتَرَكتَ مِنهُ الأُقحُوانَ شَقيقا

You took my tears when you came to say farewell,

And left my eyelids to shed them copiously.

وَبِرُغمِ مَن أَخلقتَ جِدَّةَ صَبرِهِ

لَن يَغتَدي الكافورُ مِنهُ خَلوقا

And though the camphor of patience is your nature,

Camphor itself could not help being dissolved.