وَعدُكُم بِالنَدى سَقيمُ

وَأُمُّ آمالِنا عَقيمُ

Your promise of dew was frail

And the mother of our hopes is barren

وَهَبتُمُ مَوعِداً وَنُمتُم

فَعِندِيَ المُقعِدُ المُقيمُ

You made a tryst and slept

So here am I, the constant sitter

يا رَقدَةً لَم يَحظَ قَديماً

بِمِثلِها الكَهفُ وَالرَقيمُ

O sleep the likes of which

Neither cave nor inscription have known before!

قُعودُها عَن قَضاءِ حَقٍ

لِعُذرِ مَن لامَني يُقيمُ

Her sitting is excused from fulfilling a right

For she harbors no blame