وَإِنِّي لَأَلقاها فَيَنطِقُ طَرفُها

لِطَرفي بِما يَخفي وَإِن لَم تَكَلَّمِ

Her eyes speak to mine of hidden passions

Though her lips never part in speech

وَتَبخَلُ عَنّي بِالسَّلامِ وَعَينُها

تُشيرُ بِهِ نَحوي وَإِن لَم تُسَلِّمِ

She denies me her greetings, yet her eyes

Gesture towards me, though no salutations pass

بِنَفسِيَ إِنسانٌ إِذا غابَ لَم أَزَل

أَلاحِظُ عَينَيهِ بِعَينِ التَوَهُّمِ

When a loved one is gone, still I see

His eyes in mine, envisioned by my longing

سُرورٌ وَحُزنٌ فيهِ يَعتَوِرانني

فَأَقطَعُ يَومي بِالبُكا وَالتَّبَسُّمِ

Joy and sorrow stir within me

And I pass my days between tears and smiles