لَطَمَتْ بِعُنَّابِ البَنانِ شَقائِقَ الْ

وَجناتِ لي في مَأْتَمِ الصَّدِّ

She slapped the violets in the garden with lilac branches

And I was pained at the gathering of parting

فَكَأَنَّهُ لَمَّا تَكاثَفَ لَطْمُها

في خَدِّها مِسْكٌ عَلَى وَرْدِ

As if when her slaps grew intense

There was musk on her cheek atop a rose

واسْتَضْحَكَتْ فَبَكَيْتُ قالَتْ لا تَخَفْ

بي فَوقَ ما بِكَ يا أَخَا الوَجْدِ

She laughed and I wept. She said "Don't be scared

Of me, beyond what ails you, O brother of passion

لَوْ صُيِّرَتْ شَمْعاً عَلَيْكَ أَنامِلي

مَا آلَمَتْني فيكَ بِالْوَقْدِ

If my fingers were turned to candles

They would not hurt you with burning