تقول ليَ الغيداء تحتاج رافقاً

من الدمعِ والتبريح قلتُ لها رفقا

The morning said to me, you need a companion

Of tears and sighing, I said to her, gently

شجونيَ لا تُرقى كملسوع خاطئٍ

ودمعِي كحظِّي ساقط وهو لا يرقى

My sorrows cannot be raised like a mistaken tattoo

And my tears like my luck have fallen and cannot be raised