يَكادُ يَطيرُ مِن شَوقٍ فُؤادي

وَلَكِن ما تُطاوِعُهُ الضُلوعُ

My heart soars nearly takes flight from yearning

But these ribs obey it not in its endeavour

كَأَنَّ الشَمسَ لَما غِبتَ غابَت

عَنِ الدُنيا فَلَيسَ لَها طُلوعُ

As though when you departed, set, the sun

And so rose never from the world again