وَكَلامٍ كَأَنَّما فُتِقَ المِس

ك بِهِ أَو تَنَفَّسَ الرَيحانُ

Words as if the musk sack had been slit with a knife,

wafting from it the smell or the meadowsweet breathed.

وَهوَ كَالخَمرِ رِقَّةً وَصَفاءً

وَكَما اِلتَذَّ عَيشَهُ النَشوانُ

Words like wine, exquisite and clear,

sipped by lovers finding life more sweet.