نُشِرَ الوردُ في الغدير وقد در

رَجَهُ بالهبوب نشْرُ الرياح

The roses bloomed in the stream as they shed

Their petals, blown by the winds’ gentle tread

مثل درعِ الكميِّ مزَّقها الطعنُ

فسالتْ بهِ دماءُ الجراح

Like a coat of mail rent by thrusts of the spear

Their blood flowed out from the wounds they bore.