ومهفهفٍ نبتَ الشقيقُ بخده

واهتزَّ أملودُ النَّقا في بردهِ

The meadowsweet sways gently in the breeze

And the slender branches quiver in the cold

ماء الشبيبة والجمال أرق من

صَقْلِ الحسامِ المنتضى وفِرِنْده

The dew of youth and beauty is more brilliant than

The polished blade thirsty for blood

يُحيى الأنامَ بلمحةٍ منْ وَصْلِهِ

مِنْ بَعْدِ ما وردوا الحمامَ بصدّه

With but a glance he brings the souls to life

After they had shunned his love

إن كنت أهديتَ الفؤادَ له فقلْ

أيّ الجوى لجوانحي لم يُهْدِه

If you have given your heart to him, say

Which of my inner passions has he not gifted