كَتَبْتُ بِدَمْعِ عيني صَفْحَ خَدِّي

وَقَدْ مَنَعَ الْكَرَى هَجْرُ الْخَلِيلِ

I wrote with the tears of my eyes on the page of my cheek

And separation from the beloved prevented the fulfillment

وَرَابَ الْحَاضِرِينَ فَقُلْتُ هَذَا

كِتَابُ الْعَيْنِ يُنْسَبُ لِلْخَلِيلِ

It confused the onlookers, so I said: this

Is a book from the eye attributed to the beloved