طرب الشقائقُ للحمام وقد شدا

شدو القيان فَشَقَّ فضلَ ردائهِ

The anemones thrilled to the dove when he sang

the song of singing-girls, and rent the trailing folds of their robes.

فكأنّه الحبشيُّ يصبغ جسمه

فبنانه مخضوبة بدمائه

Each seemed an Abyssinian dyeing his body,

his fingertips stained with his own blood.