بروحِي خطيباً جاورَ الترب فاغْتدَى

عليهِ حداداً لبس كل خطيب

With my soul, a lover lived near the dust and found joy,

Wearing mourning for him, every lover donned,

ووَلى فأضْحت للمنابرِ وحشةً

وللورق نوح فوق كلِّ قضيب

He turned away, so the pulpits became desolate for me,

And for the foliage, grief flowed over every rod.

يذكرني مغنى حماهُ جماله

فلله ذكرى منزل وحبيب

The singing of his pigeon reminds me of his beauty,

By God, the memory of an abode and a beloved.