شَكَوتُ إِلَيها يَومَ وَدَّعَها وَجدي

فَأَلفَيتُ مِنهُ عِندَها فَوقَ ما عِندي

I complained to her the day I said farewell and departed

Yet I found with her more than I had with me

وَما زالَتِ الأَجفانُ تَنثُرُ دَمعَها

عَلى خَدِّها طَوراً وَطَوراً عَلى خَدّي

And her eyelids did not cease shedding their tears

On her cheek again and again, and on my cheek

فَلَولا غَليلُ الشَوقِ ما كانَ طَرفُها

لِيَنضَحَ ماءَ الوَردِ مِنهُ عَلى الوَردِ

And were it not for the anguish of longing, her gaze

Would not have shed the dew of roses on the rose