رَوضُ الشّقائقِ بِالشّقائِقِ مُزدَهٍ

مَلأَ العُيونَ مِنَ الصّفا أَفراحا

The meadow of anemones with anemones adorned

Filled eyes with joy from its purity

فَكَأنّه ساقي المُدام بِها اِعتَنى

وَمِنَ العَقيقِ يُهيِّئ الأَقداحا

As if it was a wine bearer who cared for it

And from rubies prepared the cups