أُنظُر إِلى النَقشِ مِن أَطرافِها البَضَّه
مِثلَ البَنَفسَجِ مَنثوراً عَلى فِضَّه
Look at the tracery on her tender fingertips,
like violets scattered over silver.
أَو خِلتَها أَخَذَت أَطرافَ خُرَّمَةٍ
فَنَضَّدَتهُ عَلى جِمارَةٍ غَضَّه
Or you would think she had gathered the petals of a khurrama blossom
and arrayed them upon the fresh heart of a palm.
Sol 5.6