صِحْتُ بِالرَّبْعِ فَلَمْ يَسْتَجِيبُوا

لَيْتَ شِعْرِي أيْنَ يَمْضِي الْغَرِيبُ

I woke at dawn, but they did not respond

I wish I knew where the stranger goes

وَبِجَنْبِ الدَّارِ قَبْرٌ خَصِيبٌ

مِنْهُ يَسْتَسْقِي الْمَكَانُ الْجَديِبُ

And by the house a fertile grave

From which the barren place drinks

غَابَ قَلْبِي فِيهِ عِنْدَ الْتِمَاحي

قُلْتُ هذَا الْقَبْرُ فِيهِ الْحَبِيبُ

My heart was lost in it during the farewells

I said this grave contains the beloved

لاَ تَسَلْ عَنْ رَجْعَتِي كَيْفَ كَانَتْ

إِنَّ يَوْمَ الْبَيْنِ يَوْمٌ عَصِيبُ

Do not ask how my return went

For the day of separation is a difficult day

باقْتِرَابِ الْمَوْتِ عَلَّلْتُ نَفْسِي

بَعْدَ إِلْفِي كُلُّ آتٍ قَرِيبُ

As death approached I blamed myself

After my familiarity every comer is near