اللَيلُ يَنصُلُ بَينَ الحَوضِ وَالعَطَنِ

وَالبَرقُ يُسدي بُرودَ العارِضِ الهَتِنِ

The night slips between the pool and twisted tree,

And lightning reveals the coolness of the bending branch.

وَالجَفنُ يَفتُرُ عَن طَرفٍ صَحِبتُ بِهِ

إِنسانُهُ مُثقَلُ العِطفَينِ بِالوَسَنِ

My eyes grow weary looking at the one with whom

I walked, a human weighed down by sorrow and grief.

في لَيلَةٍ أَوعَدَت بِالبَينِ فَاِختَلَسَت

مِنَ العُيونِ بَقايا غُبَّرِ الوَسَنِ

On a night that promised separation, it stole

From my eyes traces of the soot of grief.

حَتّى نَظَرتُ وَلَي عَينٌ مُؤَرَّقَةٌ

تُقَسَّمُ الدَمعَ بَينَ الرَبعِ وَالظُعُنِ

Until I saw I had an anguished eye

That divided its tears between the lids and pupils.