يا وَحشَتا ما بُليتُ مِن قَمَرٍ

فَرَّقَ شَملي وَكانَ مُؤتَلِفا

O my solitude, never have I suffered from a moon

That dispersed my gathering though it was harmonious

سارَ إِلى حَيثُ سارَ أَكرَهُ أَن

أَذكُرَهُ إِن ذَكَرتُهُ عُرِفا

It marched to where it marched though I disliked that it

Should be mentioned. If I mention it, it is well-known

حَتّى إِذا ما شَخَصتُ أَطلُبُهُ

خالَفَني في الطَريقِ مُنصَرِفا

Until when I straightened up to seek it

It turned away from me on the road, turning aside