قومي اِنظُري وَرداً كَخَدِّكِ أَحمَرا
تَرَكَ الرَبيعُ وَراءَهُ وَتَقَدَّما
Rise, look at a rose as red as your cheek;
spring has left it behind and moved on.
قَد ضَمَّهُ بَردٌ فَفَتَّقَهُ نَدىً
كَالصَبِّ قَبَّلَ فاكِ ثُمَّ تَبَسَّما
Cold had embraced it, and dew made it blossom,
like an ardent lover kissed by your lips, who then smiled.
Sol 5.6