ولربَّ نائحةٍ على فَنَنٍ

تُشْجي الخليَّ وما بهِ شَجوُ

For there is a mourner for lost arts

Who stirs the emotions though nothing hurts.

وتَغرَّدتْ في غصنِ أيكتِها

فكأنما تغريدُها شَدْوُ

And she sang from her lover's branch

As though her song itself was heartfelt.