أَمِنكِ سَرى يا بَثنَ طَيفٌ تَأَوَّبا

هُدُوّاً فَهاجَ القَلبَ شَوقاً وَأَنصَبا

Was it from you, O Buthn, that a phantom journeyed by night, returning?

In the stillness it stirred the heart to longing and left it weary.

عَجِبتُ لَهُ أَن زارَ في النَومِ مَضجَعي

وَلَو زارَني مُستَيقِظاً كانَ أَعجَبا

I marveled that it visited my bed while I slept;

Had it visited me while I was awake, it would have been more wondrous.