أَهاجَكَ يَومَ البَينِ يا سَعدُ إِذ بانوا

غِناءُ حَماماتٍ بِها رَقَصَ البانُ

Sad, your separation day has distressed me

As the doves' cooing danced the separater

فَظَلَّت تَسُحُّ الدَّمعَ وَهيَ سَواجِعٌ

فَإعلانُها سِرٌّ وَسِرُّكَ إِعلانُ

She remained, wiping her tears woefully

Her proclamation's a secret; yours, a declarer

لَقَد أَودَعوكَ الوَجدَ ساعَةَ وَدَّعوا

فَفي القَلبِ نيرانٌ وَفي الجَفنِ طوفانُ

In bidding farewell, longing they installed in you

Fires in the heart; in the eyelids, a hurricane

وَأَهيَفُ مَعسول المَراشِفِ لَيِّنُ ال

مَعاطِفِ مُهتَزُّ الرَوادِفِ وَسنانُ

And the smooth pillow's master, so very gentle

The mantle's shaker, the lithesome, fanged one

وَلَم أَنسَهُ إِذ ماسَ وَاِهتَزَّ رِدفُهُ

فَحارَت وَغارَت مِنهُ كُثبٌ وَأَغصانُ

And I've not forgotten him as he prowled and his flank quivered

So the hillocks and branches startled and shook

نفورٌ وَما هَذا مِنَ الظَبيِ بَدعَةٌ

مَلِيٌّ لَهُ بِالدَينِ مَطلٌ وَلَيّانُ

Aloofness - yet nothing novel in this gazelle

Devout, for him, with religion, a waver and twist

وَلَكِنَّهُ فيما يُعانيهِ فارِغُ ال

فُؤادِ وَقَلبي مِنهُ بِالوَجدِ مَلآنُ

Rather, in his suffering, his heart is void

While mine, because of him, with ardour fills