جَعَلَتْ تَأَمَّلْ زُرْقَةً فِي خَاتَمِي

وَتَقُولُ فَصُّكَ ذَا لِبَاسُ المَأْتَمِ

You gazed at the blueness in my ring

And said, “Why does this attire belong to grief?”

فَأَجَبْتُهَا مُذْ مَاتَ وَصْلُكِ وانْقَضَى

بَكَّيْتُهُ بِدَمٍ وَدَمْعٍ سَاجِمِ

Since your love died and came to an end,

I cried it in blood and in streaming tears.

وَرَغِبْتُ فِي لُبْسِ الحِدَادِ لِأَنَّهُ

لُبْسُ الحَزِيْنَةِ وَالحَزِيْنِ الهَائِمِ

And I wished to wear the garb of mourning, for

It is the garb of the sorrowful, the wandering grief-stricken.

وَخَشِيْتُ إِنْ أَنَا فِي الثِّيَابِ لَبِسْتُهُ

أَنْ يَفْطِنُوا فَلَبِسْتُهُ فِي خَاتَمِي

And I feared if I wore it openly

They would guess, so I wore it on my ring.