ما ناحَ على الغُصُونِ في الدَّوْحِ حَمامْ

إلّا ولقيتُ مِنْكَ بِالشَّوْقِ حِمامْ

No dove has cooed in the palms in the valley

Except I have met from you desire, dove

فَارْحَمْ دَنِفاً قَدْ زَادَهُ البُعْدُ سِقامْ

لا يَعْرِفُ مُذْ هَجَرْتَهُ طَعْمَ مَنامْ

So have mercy on one emaciated, whom distance has increased illness

Who has not known, since you abandoned him, the taste of sleep