أَرتاحُ إِن أَخَذَ الصَفصافُ زينَتَهُ

مِنَ الرَبيعِ وَقالَ الرَكبُ قَد مُطِرا

I find peace when the willow takes its adornment

From the spring, and the caravan says it has rained,

مُسائِلاً كُلَّما هَبَّت يَمانِيَةٌ

وَفدَ القَرينَةِ هَل أَحسَستُمُ خَبَرا

Asking whenever a southern breeze blows,

"O companions, have you sensed any news?"

إِن لَم أُرِق فيكَ ماءَ الناظِرينَ أَسىً

عَلى الزَمانِ الَّذي وَلّى فَلا نَظَرا

If I do not shed for you the water of eyes in sorrow

Over the times that have passed away without a glance back,