قالت وأحزَنَها بياضُ مفَارقي

ماذَا فقلتُ تريكةُ الأيّامِ

She said, and my departure saddened her

“What then?” I said, “Are not all days fleeting?”

فَبَكَتْ وقالَت هل لهَا من وَارِدٍ

أو رائدٍ يوماً فقلتُ حِمَامِي

She wept and said “Shall we not meet again

Or will some herald come?” I said “My dove”