يا سادَتي لَو تَرون الدَمع بَعدَكُم

أَو تَعلَمون بِحال الصَبّ كَيف جَرى

O my masters, if you could see the tears after you left

Or know the state of anguish and how it has flowed

أَما وَكَعبة ودٍّ بَيننا وَصفا

أَوقات أُنسٍ بِها رُكن المُنى اِعتَمَرا

By the Kaaba, there is affection between us

Times of intimacy, through which the corner of wish has performed Umrah

لَم تترك العين مِنّي بَعد ما غربت

مِنكُم وَأَرسَلت مِنها نَحوَكُم أَثَرا

My eye hasn't stopped since you disappeared

Sending its tears towards you all as traces