فَوا نَدَمي إِذ لَم أَعُج إِذ تَقولُ لِي

تَقَدَّم فَشَيّعنا إِلى ضَحوَةِ الغَدِ

Alas, I regret when I did not hastily respond as you said to me:

“Come forward, let us walk together towards tomorrow's sunrise.”

فَأَصبَحتُ مِمّا كانَ بَيني وَبَينها

سِوى ذِكرِها كالقابِضِ الماء بِاليَدِ

So I became, from what was between me and her,

Nothing but the memory of her, like grasping water with my hand.