كَم قُلتُ ومن صدغك قاسيت أَذى

إِذ فاحَ أَريجُهُ وَلا نشرَ شَذى

How often I spoke, yet from your cheek I met but pain

When its sweet smelling airs began to stir, no scent they did contain

من شَوَّشَهُ اليَومَ كَما شَوَّشَني

من نَكَّسَهُ معلَّقاً دامَ كَذا

He who today has vexed it just as he has vexed me evermore

May he who left it drooping thus hang drooping evermore