وجَدَّدَ وَجْدِي بعدما كان قد عفَا

وراجَعَني حِلمي ووَازَرَني صَبْرِي

My passion was revived after it had ceased

My dream revisited me and my patience consoled me

هتوفُ الضّحى مفجوعةٌ بأليفِها

تُهَيِّجُ أشجانَ الفؤادِ وما تَدْرِي

The morning breeze wails for its beloved

Stirring the sorrows of my heart though unaware

ولو أنّها إذْ أعْولَتْ فاضَ دمعُها

لقلتُ هي الخنساءُ تَبكِي على صَخْرِ

And had it wept profusely when it moaned

I would have said it was Al-Khansa grieving over Sakhr

ولكنّها لم تُذْرِ دمعاً وأدمُعي

إذا قُرِنت بالقَطر زادت على القَطرِ

But it shed no tears while mine overflowed

For next to drops of rain mine poured even more