قامَت قِيامَةُ روحِها لِرَواحي

إِنَّ النَوى لِقِيامَةُ الأَرواحِ

Her soul arose for my soul

The dew is the resurrection of souls

غَيداءُ غاداها فِراقي بِالأَسى

وَأَذاقَها البُرَحاءُ وَشكُ بَراحي

She went away, so my separation grieved her

And the wind of departing pained her

فَبَكَت فَصارَ الدَمعُ في وَجناتِها

مِثلَ الحَبابِ عَلى كُؤوسِ الراحِ

So she wept, and her tears on her cheeks

Were like drops on cups of wine

فَكَأَنَّ صَفحَةَ وَجهِها لَمّا بَكَت

رَوضٌ تَرَصَّعُ وَردَهُ بِأَقاحِ

And when she wept, her face appeared

As a garden adorned with flowers