أَقولُ لِعَيني يومَ تودِيعهمْ وقَدْ

جَرتْ بنَجيعٍ فَوق خَدَّيَّ مُزِبدِ

I say to my eye, on the day of farewell to them, when it had

streamed foaming lifeblood over both my cheeks:

خُذي بنَصيبٍ منهُمُ قبل بَيْنِهم

ودونَكِ والدمعَ المخضّبِ في غَدِ

Take your share of seeing them before their separation,

and tomorrow, take the silvered tears.