ومُجْدِبِ الخَصْرِ غَضِّ الرِّدْفِ ناعِمِهِ

فَمِنْه لِي ظَمأٌ ومِنْهُ لِي وِرْدُ

With a slender waist and soft hips

To me it is thirst and to me it is roses

قَدْ ظَلَّ يُطْرِقُ لَمَّا شِمْتُهُ غَضَباً

تَعْنُوا لِعِزَّتِهِ الضَّراغِمُ الوُرْدُ

It sulked when I smelled it angrily

The pink roses envied its glory

كأنَّ أُنْمُلَهُ مِنْ فَوْقِ وَجْنَتِهِ

سُوسانَةٌ قَدْ بَدا خِلالَها وَرْدُ

As if its fingers over its cheeks

Were lilies revealing the roses within