أَتَهدي بِالزُهور لِطيب عرف

وَنَفح العطر فيها مُستَعار

You bring flowers of sweet fragrance

Whose borrowed scents the breezes enhance

وَفي الاِنفاسِ ما يَنسي شَذاها

وَاِن يَكُ في الرِياضِ لَه اِزدِهار

Though gardens in bloom their perfumes outdo

The breath of your lips makes me their aroma rue

فَخاطِب مِن شَغفت بِهِ شَفاها

غَذاء الروح ذاكَ الاِعتِطار

So speak, my heart's craving, and let your mouth move

To nourish my soul that it may forever improve