فَكَّرْتُ لَيْلَةٍ وَصْلِها في صَدِّها

فَجَرَتْ بَقايا أَدْمُعي كالْعَنْدَمِ

I thought one night of joining with her, but she spurned me,

So the remnants of my tears flowed like liquid amber.

فَطَفِقْتُ أَمْسَحُ مُقْلَتي في نَحْرِها

إِذْ عادَةُ الكافُورِ امْساكُ الدَّمِ

I began to wipe my eyelids on her throat,

For camphor's nature is to staunch the flow of blood.