وَمُغتَرِبٍ بِالمَرجِ يَبكي لِشَجوِهِ

وَقد غابَ عَنهُ المُسعِدونَ عَلى الحُبِّ

A stranger weeping in the meadow for his yearning,

While those made happy by love are gone from him.

إِذا ما أَتاهُ الرَكبُ مِن نَحوِ أَرضِهِ

تَنَشَّقَ يَستَشفي بِرائِحَةِ الرَكبِ

Whenever a caravan passes by coming from his homeland,

He breathes in the air eagerly to savor home's scent.