بكَى إِليَّ غَداةَ البَيْنِ حينَ رأى
دمعي يَفيضُ وحالي حالُ مَبْهوتِ
He wept to me on parting’s morn, when he saw
my tears streaming, my state that of one stunned:
فَدَمْعتي ذَوْبُ ياقوتٍ على ذَهَبٍ
ودَمعُهُ ذوبُ دُرٍّ فوقَ ياقوتِ
my tears were molten ruby upon gold,
while his were molten pearl upon ruby.
Sol 5.6