لمَّا بَكَتْ مِنْ غَيْرِ دَمْعٍ جَرَى

أَعَارَها أدْمُعَهُ المُزْنُ

When she wept without tears flowing

Her teardrops lent her their sorrow

فَكُلَّما اهْتَزَّ جَنَاحٌ لَهَا

نَظَّمَ مَا يَنْثُرهُ الغُصْنُ

So whenever a wing quivered for her

It strung all the blossoms the boughs let go