كَتَبتُ وَمِن قَبلِ الكِتابِ إِلَيكُمُ

كَتَبتُ عَلى خَدّي سُطوراً مِنَ الدَمِ

I wrote to you before, a letter

I wrote on my cheek lines of blood

فَيا عَينُ لا شَمسٌ سِوى وَجهِ أَحمَدٍ

فَأَنتِ بِلَيلٍ مِن تَنائيهِ مُظلِمِ

So my eye, there is no sun but Ahmed’s face

So you are in the darkness of his absence at night

فَإِن تَستَنيبي الشَمسَ عَنهُ ضَروَةً

فَإِن طَلَعَت شَمسُ النَهارِ فَسَلِّمي

If you complain to the sun about him out of necessity

When the sun of day rises, greet it