ومستنجدٍ بالحُزنِ دمعاً كأنهُ

ومستنجدٍ بالحُزنِ دمعاً كأنهُ

على الخدِّ مما ليسَ يرقاهُ حائرُ

على الخدِّ مما ليسَ يرقاهُ حائرُ

And one who calls on sorrow for tears, as though they were

And seeking help in sorrow, tears as though

bewildered on his cheek because they cannot climb it.

On the cheek not easing their confused flow

إذا ديمةٌ منهُ استقلت تهللت

إذا ديمةٌ منهُ استقلت تهللت

أوائل أخرى ما لهنَّ أواخرُ

أوائل أخرى ما لهنَّ أواخرُ

Whenever one steady shower of them lifts, there glisten

If some roll off, fresh ones begin, endless,

the first drops of another, whose last drops never come.

As though they have no end, still on they go

يرى مقلتيهِ الدمع حتى كأنَّهُ

يرى مقلتيهِ الدمع حتى كأنَّهُ

لما انهلَّ من عينيهِ في الماءِ ناظرُ

لما انهلَّ من عينيهِ في الماءِ ناظرُ

He lets his eyes behold tears, until it is as though he,

He sees his eyelashes so tear-wet that they

as they pour from his eyes, were gazing into water.

Peer from his eyes into the water below

وينظرُ من تحتِ الدموعِ بمقلةٍ

وينظرُ من تحتِ الدموعِ بمقلةٍ

رنا الشوقُ في إنسانها فهو ساحِرُ

رنا الشوقُ في إنسانها فهو ساحِرُ

And he gazes from beneath the tears with an eye

And from below his tears he looks with an eye

in whose pupil longing gazes, and so it is bewitching.

Whose pupil passion has bewitched, a sorcerer