وَرَوضَةُ نَرجِسٍ غَضّ نَضير

بِهِ اِمتَلَأت وَماسَ عَلى الغصونِ

A garden of narcissus, fresh and bright,

With dew filling its blossoms overnight.

فَقُلت نَدوسُ فَوقَكَ قالَ حبّاً

وَمِن أَجلي اِجعلوهُ عَلى عُيوني

I said I'd trample its flowers, it replied,

"For love, trample me! Spare the flowers," it cried.