لاموا عَلى صَبيِ الدُموعِ كَأَنَّهُم

ظَنّوا المَلامَ وَسيلَةً لِرُجوعي

They blamed the boy of tears as if they thought

Reproach would make me turn from my pursuit,

وَأَتوا رِياءَ مُقسِمينَ بِأَنَّهُم

لا يَعلَمونَ صَبابَتي وَوُلوعي

And came in feigned remorse, avowing naught

Of my desire, my longing absolute.

فَأَجَبتَهُم وَعدَ الخَيالِ بِزَورِةٍ

كَما زَكَت نارُ الجَوى بِضُلوعي

I answered them with fantasies, for I

Felt the heart kindle at my ribs, its fire

وَأَخافُ أَن تَمتَدَّ عِندَ قُدومِهِ

أَفَلا أَرِشُ طَريقَهُ بِدموعي

Renewed; and would he find, when we drew nigh,

My tears had marked his path through the dark mire?