شَرّد نومي دنِفا

يرقّ عَلى الغور نَفا

My lonely sleep has fled

Fluttering over the gorge in dread

ذَكَّرَني وَميضه

طيبَ لَيالٍ سَلَفا

Its gleam reminding me

Of sweet nights once mine to see

وَا أَسفي عَلى الحِمى

وَأَهلِه وَا أَسَفا

Alas for that camp, alas its folk

Oh how I grieve for the homeward road

يا لَيتَ حادي عيسِهِم

لَمّا سَرى تَوقَّفا

Would that when my love took flight

The rider had tarried that fateful night

هيَّجني لَمّا حَدا

وَمَرّ عَنّي معسفاً

When it drew rein, my grief awoke

To see it pass wrapped in a cloak

وَالعِيسُ مِن أَشواقِها

قَد رَقَصَت تَلَطّفا

While for yearning after its folk

The campfire leaped in a dance light and quick