حشَتْ بالكحْل عينيها وبانت

غداة غدت بها العِيسُ الشدادُ

Her eyes were rimmed with kohl, and so it seemed

When next I saw her, parted from my side

فقلت لها اكْحُلٌ وافتراق

كأنكِ لم يروِّعْكِ البَعاد

I said “This kohl and parting are in truth

As though you felt no fear of absence wide”

فقالت كي تحوِّلَه دموعي

فيغدو وهْو في خدّي حِداد

She answered “Nay, but that my tears transform

To tattooed grief that will forever bide”