1. يَومَ الفِراقِ لَقَد أَمَتَّ فَريقا

    وَالجزعُ يَنثُرُ في العَقيقِ عَقيقا

    O day of parting, you have indeed slain a company.

    And anguish scatters carnelians in al-ʿAqīq.

  2. أَذهَبتَ دَمعي إِذ أَتاكَ مُفَضَّضاً

    وَتَرَكتَ مِنهُ الأُقحُوانَ شَقيقا

    You gilded my tears when they came to you silvered,

    And left their daisies as red anemones.

  3. وَبِرُغمِ مَن أَخلقتَ جِدَّةَ صَبرِهِ

    لَن يَغتَدي الكافورُ مِنهُ خَلوقا

    And against the will of him whose patience you wore threadbare,

    The camphor from him will not become saffron perfume.