إِن كُنتُمُ لا عَدِمتُم عِلَّةَ النَدَمِ

يَحكي وُجودَ لِقاءٍ كانَ كَالعَدَمِ

Had you never felt regret, you wouldn’t tell of a meeting that was like nonexistence.

Your hands left me no occupation to distract my own from wringing with regret.

لم تُبقِ أَيديكُمُ مِن شاغِلٍ لِيَدي

عَن أَن تُقَلِّبَ كَفَّينَها مِنَ النَدَمِ