بِوَجرَةَ أَطلالٌ تَعَفَّت رُسومُها

وَأَقفَرَ مِن بَعدِ الأَنيسِ قَديمُها

With the ruins of Wajrah time has effaced their features

And after friends have gone it is desolate and dreary

تَلوحُ عَلى طولِ الزَمانِ عِراصُها

كَما لاحَ في كَفِّ الفَتاةِ وُشومُها

Throughout the ages loom their battlements

As patterns on a girl's hand glow and teary

وَقَفتُ بِهَ وَالعَينُ شامِلَةُ القَذى

كَعَينٍ طَريفٍ ما يَجِفُّ سُجومُها

I stood amidst them while my eye enveloped the haze

Like that of a sprightly gazelle unweary

فَذَلِكَ هاجَ الشَوقَ مِن أُمِّ نَوفَلٍ

وَذِكرى لِنَفسٍ جَمَّةً ما تَريمُها

Thus did yearning surge in mother of Nawfal’s son

And memory of a soul its every whim and vagary

فَقَد أَدرَكَت عِندي مِنَ الوُدِّ فَوقَ ما

تَمَنَّت بِغَيبٍ أَو تَمَنّى حَميمُها

With me it has attained beyond what it has wished

In absent covetousness or fondest reverie

وَإِن قاسَمَت في وُدِّهِ ذَهَبَت بِهِ

جَميعاً وَلَم يَرجِع بِشَيءٍ قَسيمُها

If shared amongst passion’s kin, it takes the whole

And nothing to its partner goes in parity