قَالَ لِي وَالدَّمُوعُ تَنْهَلُّ سُحْباً

فِي عِرَاصٍ مِنَ الْخُدُودِ مُحُولِ

He said to me while tears flowed down

In streams on cheeks furrowed and hollow,

بِكَ مَا بِي فَقُلْتُ مَوْلاَيَ عَافَا

كَ الْمُعَافِي مِنْ عَبْرَتِي وَنُحُولِي

"What ails thee?" I said, "May God give thee health

From my weeping and my sorrow!

أَنا جَفْنِي الْقَرِيحُ يَرْوِي عَن الأَعْمَشِ

وَالْجَفْنُ مِنْكَ عَنْ مَكْحُولِ

My eyelids are sore from ceaseless weeping

And my eyes from tears cannot follow."