1. With my soul, how red is the edge of love!
Is it drunk from intoxicating its slave?
١. بِروحي طَرْفُ الحِبِّ كَيفَ اِحمِرارُه
فَهَلْ هوَ مَخمورٌ لإِسكارِ عبدِهِ
2. It's not drunk, but its eye
is the splendid mirror that engraved the rose on his cheek.
٢. وَما هوَ مَخموراً وَلَكنَّ عَينَهُ
بَديعَةُ مِرآةٍ حَكَت وردَ خدّهِ