هَل وَفَت لِلطلولِ عَيني فَأَغنَت

ساحَتَيها عَن صيفٍ وَرَبيعِ

Have my eyes slept long for the caravan

Making their meadows suffice from summer and spring?

وَضَلالٌ سُؤالُ غَيرِ مُجيبِ

وَسَفاهٌ دُعاءُ غَيرِ سَميعِ

Wandering is the question of one with no answer

And foolishness is the prayer of one unhearing.

لَو رَآني العَذولُ يَومَ اِستَقَلّوا

لَرَثى لي في مَوقِفِ التَوديعِ

If the lover had seen me the day they departed

He would have wept for me at the moment of farewell,

عَبراتٌ تَحارُ مِنها الغَوادي

وَزَفيرٌ تَضيقُ عَنهُ ضُلوعي

Tears that bewilder the valleys,

And sighs too great for my ribs.