ومَا بالُه يشكُو الفِراقَ وأينَ مِن

قَسَاوتِه شَكوَى الهَوَى وعُتُوِّهِ

He complains of separation, while where is the cruelty

Of passion's plaint and its waywardness compared to his?

ومَا خِلْتُه مَهوَى الهَوى ومَقِيلَهُ

ومَأوى الأسى والبَثِّ عند هُدوِّهِ

I left him not, the home of love and its refuge,

The abode of grief and outpouring in his neighbourhood.

تَثُوب إليه في الصّباحِ شُجونُهُ

وَيأْوِي إليه الهَمُّ عندَ هُدوِّهِ

His longings return to him in the morning

And care takes refuge with him at his withdrawal.

بِنَفْسِيَ مَن أهْدَى إليَّ تَحِيّةً

على بُعدِه وافَتْ بِرَيّا دُنُوِّهِ

By my life, he who bade me farewell with a greeting

From afar, his nearness drew nigh with its remoteness.

فأذكَرَ مَن لم تُنْسِهِ عَهدَهُ النَّوى

ولاَ طَمِعَتْ في يأْسِهِ ونُبُوِّهِ

So I remember one whose pact time has not made him forget

Nor has his despair in its farness and retirement lost hope.

يَحِنُّ اشتياقاً بالأصائِلِ والضّحى

ويرتَاحُ في روْحاتهِ وغُدُوِّهِ

He yearns with longing for the late morn and forenoon

And finds repose in his soul's ease and his advance.