برقُ الكَرى أَهدى لِعَيني الأَبرَقا

بِضِيائِهِ فَأَعادَ أَعيادَ اللِقا

The lightning of the lands brought light to my eyes,

With its radiance, it renewed the days of meeting.

لَمّا اِنطَوى نَشرُ السُرورُ بِيَقظَةٍ

لَيسَتِ الرُقادَ بِها أَعَزَّ المُلتَقى

When the joy of wakefulness unfolded,

Sleep was no longer the most precious gathering.

وَأَجَدَّ لي وَجداً جَعَلتُ عَهادَهُ

دَمعاً بِمَعهَدِ جَمعِنا مُتَفَرِّقا

It stirred in me a passion, which made me shed

Tears of yearning in the place of our separated union.

فَجَرى عَقيقاً بِالعَقيقِ لِبُعدِ مَن

قَد كانَ يَجريهِ نَقِيّاً بِالنَقا

So it flowed as carnelian with carnelian for the absence of one

Who used to flow it purely with purity.