أفي رسمِ دارٍ إذ وقفَت به قفِر

أفي رسمِ دارٍ إذ وقفَت به قفِر

جَرى لك دمعٌ كالجُمانِ من القَصرِ

جَرى لك دمعٌ كالجُمانِ من القَصرِ

Was it at the desolate traces of an abode, when you stood there,

When you paused before a home in ruins

that your tears flowed like pearls from necks?

A tear flowed like a torrent from the palace