وجْدٌ عن الدمع فضّ الختم فانسكبا
بهِ أرَدْتُ خمودَ الجمْرِ فالتَهَبا
Longing broke the seal upon the tears, and both poured forth.
With those tears I sought to quell the embers, but both blazed up.
وما تَيَقّنْتُ أن الماءَ قبلهما
يكونُ للنار ما بينَ الحَشَا حطبا
Before those two, I had never known for certain that water
could serve as fuel for the fire deep within the breast.
Sol 5.6