دارىَ الغَرامَ وَرامَ أَن يَتَكَتَّما

وَأَبى لِسانُ دُموعِهِ فَتَكَلَّما

My home of passion wished to keep hidden

But my tearful tongue refused, and spoke

رَحَلوا وَأَخفى وَجدَهُ فَأَذاعَهُ

ماءُ الشُجون مُصرّحا وَمجمجما

They left, hiding their ache, but it leaked out

The water of sorrows betrayed it, murmuring clearly

وَسايَرَتُهُم وَاللَيلُ غُفلٌ ثَوبُهُ

حَتّى تَراءى لِلنَواظِرِ مَعلما

And the night accompanied them, its gown heedless

Until it appeared to observers as a guide

فَوَقفتُ ثَمَّ محيّراً وَتسلّبت

مِني يَدُ الاصباحِ تِلكَ الأُنجُما

So I stopped, confused there, and was robbed

By the hand of dawn, of those stars