أَشكو إِلَيكَ جُفوناً عَينُها أَبَداً

عينٌ تُتَرجِمُ عَن نيرانِ أَحشائي

I complain to you of eyelids whose eyes are always

An eye that translates the fires in my entrails

كَأَنَّ إِنسانَها وافى بِمُعجِزَةٍ

فَكانَ مِن أَدمُعي يَمشي عَلى الماءِ

As if its person has come with a miracle

And from my tears walked upon the water