كَأَنَّ الدُّموعَ ماءُ وَردٍ بِأَوجُهٍ

يُخيَّلنَ مِن حرِّ اللجينِ مَدَاهنا

The tears are like rosewater on faces,

You'd think from the heat of parting they were melting.

كَأن قَد خَشينَ النَّكثَ في الحُبِّ بَعدَهُم

عَلَينا فَأَعطَينا القُلوبَ رَهائِنا

It's as though they feared betrayal in love after them

So they gave us their hearts as hostages.