كَأَنّما النارنج لَما بَدَت

أَغصانه عِندَ ورود الشُروق

As if the orange tree when it showed

Its branches at the break of dawn

صَوالج المينا بِأَيدي المَها

يَحملن فيها أَكرا مِن عَقيق

The bracelets on the wrists of the lovely maidens

Were bearing in them more jacinth than ruby