آهاً عَلَيها لَيالٍ ما تَرَكنَ لَنا

إِلّا الأَسى وَعُلالاتٍ مِنَ الحُلُمِ

Alas for those nights that left us nothing

But sorrow and dreams' false allure.

عَسى الرِياحُ إِذا سارَت مُبَلِّغَةً

توفي فَقَد غَدَرَ الأَحبابُ بِالذِمَمِ

Perhaps the winds, if they would go bearing word,

Might yet my loved ones' faith assure.