سامَحتُ كُتبَكَ في القَطيعَةِ عالماً
أَنَّ الصَحيفَةَ أَعوَزَت من حامِلِ
For a year I forgave your letters for their estrangement,
thinking the written sheet lacked someone to bear it.
وَعَذَرتُ طَيفَكَ في الجَفاءِ لِأَنَّه
يَسري فَيُصبِحُ دونَنا بِمَراحِلِ
And I excused your phantom for its aloofness, since
it journeys by night, yet at dawn remains many stages short of us.
Sol 5.6