فاحةٌ قبلتُها

شوقاً وقلبي مدنَف

The apple I kissed

Yearningly, my heart distraught,

شبهتُها بخدِّ من

دمعي عليهِ يكف

I compared to a cheek

Wet with the tears I had wept.

وليسَ في التفاحِ من

خدِّ حبيبٍ خلَف

Yet no lover's cheek was there

In that apple left behind.

يا مَن قَضى البينَ من ال

بينِ ومني انتصف

O He who decreed we must part,

Taking half of me away!