بيض لَبِسْنَ حِدَادَهُنّ لمأتَمٍ

فَلَبِسْنَ منه الليْلَ فَوْقَ نَهارِ

They wore the mourning dress for one laid low in death

And over daylight wore of it the night

ولطمْنَ مِنْهُنّ الخُدُودَ تأسّياً

وسكبن دمعاً كاللًّجَيْنِ الجَاري

And from them cheeks were struck in woe's distress,

And downpouring tears flowed like darting rain spate.

فكأنّما تلك الخُدُودُ بَنَفْسَجٌ

وكأنما تلك البَنَانُ مَدَارِي

So violets seemed those cheeks whereon they grew,

And so seemed those eyes rained on from clouds elate.