وَمِمّا شَجاني أَنَّها يَومَ وَدَّعَت

تَوَلَّت وَماءُ العَينِ في الجَفنِ حائِرُ

And what grieved me was that, the day she departed

She turned away while the tears in my eyes wandered, bewildered,

فَلَمّا أَعادَت مِن بَعيدٍ بِنَظرَةٍ

إِلَيَّ اِلتِفاتاً أَسلَمَتهُ المَحاجِرُ

But when from afar she cast a glance back

At me, my eyelids instantly imprisoned them.