لا تسأل الركبَ بعد الفجر هل آبُوا

الرَّكبُ عاد وما في الرَّكبِ أصحابُ

Do not ask the caravan after dawn if they have returned

The caravan returned but there were no companions in it

تفرَّقوا في دروب الأرض وانْتَثَرُوا

كأنَّه لم يَكُنْ عَهْدٌ وأحبابُ

They dispersed on the roads of the earth and scattered

As if there were no pacts or loved ones

ما في العَناقيد من أشعارهم حببٌ

والخمر من بعدهم في دنها صابُ

There is no love in the grapes that remain

And after them the wine in the jars has soured

يا طارق الباب رفقًا حين تَلْمَسه

لو كان في الدار خِلٌّ صفَّقَ الباب

O knocker of the door, knock gently

If there were a friend in the house, he would have opened the door

بعضُ الدروب إلى الأوطان راجعةٌ

وبعضُها في فضاء الله يَنْسَابُ

Some roads lead back to the homelands

While others flow into the void of God