1. ولو أنّني استمددتُ من ماءِ مقلتي

    لجاءتكَ كتبي وهمي حُمرٌ سطورُها

    And if I had drawn my ink from the tears of my eye,

    My letters and my sorrow would have reached you, their lines red.

  2. وكيف تُلامُ العينُ إن قطرت دما

    وقد غاب عنها نومُها وسرورُها

    And how can the eye be blamed if it sheds blood,

    When its sleep and its joy have deserted it?