بَعَثَ الخَيالُ إِلَيَّ وَاِمتَنَعا

ريمٌ مَضَت نَفسي لَهُ تَبَعا

Imagination sent me a vision, though it denied itself to me

My soul still chased after that which had passed

ما زالَ طولَ اللَيلِ مُرتَحِلاً

يَلقى المُتَيَّمَ كُلَّما هَجَعا

All through the night it wandered

Finding the grieving one every time he lay down