بَكَيتُ الدُموعَ فَلَمّا اِنقَضَت

بَكَيتُ الدِماءَ بِها مُعوِلا

I cried tears until they were gone

Then I cried blood in their stead

فَأَفنَيتُ دَمعي بِطولِ البُكا

فَما تَقدِرُ العَينُ أَن تَهمُلا

I exhausted my tears with much weeping

Yet my eyes cannot neglect their duty

كَأَنَّ الهَوى لَم يَجِد لِلبَلا

ءِ في صَدرِ غَيري لَهُ مَدَخَلا

As if heartbreak could find no other

In which to make its dwelling

سَأَستَمطِرُ العَينَ إِن أَمسَكَت

فَإِنَّ شِفائي أَن تُسبِلا

I will make my eyes rain if they hold back

For my cure is that they flow