1. ورياضٍ منَ الشقائقِ أضْحَتْ

    يتهادَى فيها نسيمُ الرياحِ

    And gardens of anemones, now

    with the breeze of the winds gliding gently through them.

  2. زرتُها والغمامُ يجلدُ منها

    زَهَراتٍ تروقُ لون الراحِ

    I visited them while the cloud lashed some of their

    blossoms, which outshine the color of wine.

  3. قلتُ ما ذنبُها فقال مجيباً

    سَرَقَتْ حُمْرَةَ الخدودِ الملاح

    I said, “What is their sin?” And it answered:

    “They stole the redness of beautiful cheeks.”