كَأَنَّ صَفاءَ الدَمعِ في ساحِ خَدِّهِ

حَكى الدُرَّ مَنثوراً عَلى وَرَقٍ نَضرِ

As though the clarity of tears upon the expanse of his cheek

Resembled pearls scattered upon a fresh, blooming leaf.

فَيا نورَ عَيني لَو كَفَفتَ مِنَ البُكا

وَنادَيتَ مَن أَبكاكَ قامَ مِنَ القَبرِ

O light of my eyes, if you were to refrain from weeping,

And call out to the one who caused your tears, he would rise from the grave.