تُفاحةٌ خَرَجت بالدُّرِّ من فيها
أشهَى إليَّ من الدُّنيا وَما فيها
An apple came forth amid the pearls of her mouth,
more delicious to me than the world and all it holds.
بيضاءُ في حُمرةٍ علَّت بغالبةٍ
كأنَّما قُطِفَت من خَدِّ مُهديها
White within a flush of red that rose all-prevailing,
as though plucked from the cheek of the woman who gave it.
جاءَت بها قَينةٌ من عند غانِية
روحي من السّوء والمكروه تَفديها
A singing slave-girl brought it from a beauty;
may my soul ransom her from evil and misfortune.
لو كنتُ مَيتاً ونادَتني بِنغمتِها
إذاً لأسرعتُ مِن لَحدي ألبيها
Were I dead, and she called me with her melody,
then surely I would hasten from my grave to answer her call.
Sol 5.6