غَيْمُ سَما أمْ دُخانُ نَدِّ

قَطْرٌ هَمَى أمْ مِياهُ وَرْدِ

Is it a cloud of the sky or smoke of fire

A drop yearned or water of roses

وهذِهِ رَوْضَةٌ تَجلَّتْ

لِناظِري أم جِنانُ خُلْدِ

And here is a garden that appeared

To my eyes or gardens of eternity

وقُضْبُها المُلْدُ أمْ قُدُودٌ

وَشَّحَها زَهْرُها بِعِقْدِ

Are its twigs flexile or rods

Adorned with its flowers like a necklace

وبُلبلُ الرَّوضِ ما تَغنَّى

أمْ غَادَةٌ رُوِّعَتْ بِصَدِّ

And the nightingale of the garden, did it sing

Or a beautiful woman startled by a hunter

هاجَ عَلى النَّفسِ ما شَجاها

ورُبَّ هَزْلٍ أتَى بِجِدِّ

It aggravated what agonized the soul

And jokes often turned serious

ما بِدَمي غَيْرُ خَدِّ وَرْدٍ

وإنْ دَهى النَّاسَ وَرْدُ خَدِّ

Nothing but my tears like rose petals

Though people are annoyed by tears on cheeks

أسْكَرَ هذا الوُجودُ عَقْلي

فاخْتَلفَ الأمْرُ فيهِ عِندي

This existence intoxicated my mind

So the matter became confused to me