كتابِي كتابُ أخي لوعةٍ

يُقصِّر عن وصفِ أشواقِهِ

My book is my brother's book of yearning

It falls short of describing his passions

إذا كتبتْ كفُّه أَحُرفا

محتْها سوابقُ آماقه

If his hand were to write letters

Their traces would be erased by his tears

وسوف تُنَبِّيك آثارُها

إذا وَصلتْ ضِمْنَ أوراقه

And their marks would inform you

If they reached within its pages

لئن بَعُدتْ بك عنه النَّوَى

فشخصُك ما بين أحداقه

Though desires have distanced you from him

Your image remains before his eyes