وَقَفتُ بِالرَوضِ أَبكي فَقدَ مُشبِهِهِ

حَتّى بَكَت بِعُيوني أَعيُنُ الزَهرِ

I stood weeping in the garden for the loss of its like,

Until my eyes made the flowers weep with my eyes.

لَو لَم تُعِرها جُفوني الدَمعَ تَسفَحُهُ

لِرَحمَتي لَاِستَعارَتهُ مِنَ المَطَرِ

If my eyelids had not lent it my tears that poured down,

My compassion would have borrowed rain from the clouds for it.

فَمَن لِباكِيَةِ الأَجفانِ سائِلَةٍ

ظَلَّت بِلا فِكَرٍ تَبكي بِلا فِكَرِ

So who will question the weeping eyelids

That remained ceaselessly weeping without thought?

حَتّى إِذا اللَيلُ أَرخى سِترَ ظُلمَتِهِ

وَساعَدَ اَجفانَها جَفني عَلى السَهَرِ

Until when the night let down the veil of its darkness,

And my eyelids helped its eyelids to stay awake.

لا تَزدَري يا اِبنَةَ الأَقوامِ ذا كَرَمٍ

إِن رَثَّ ثَوباهُ وَاِستَعصى عَلى النَظَرِ

Do not think little, O daughter of noble people,

If his clothes are worn and unpleasing to the eye.

إِن تَبلَ جِدَّةُ ثَوبَيهِ فَبَينَهُما

سَيفٌ يُفَرِّقُ بَينَ الهامِ وَالقَصَرِ

When the patches on his clothes are many, between them

Is a sword that distinguishes between mansion and hut.