إِذا مرَّ ذِكراكُم بقلبي تَضَايَقتْ

ضُلوعِيَ عَمَّا تَحتَهُنَّ من الوَجْدِ

When your memory passes through my heart, my ribs are straitened by the passion beneath them. And I marvel at our estrangement after such intimacy, and at our separation after such nearness.

وأَعْجبُ من تَشْتِيتِنَا بعدَ أُلْفَةٍ

ومن نَقلِنَا بعد الدُّنُوِّ إِلى البُعدِ