اِستاكَ بِالمِسواكِ رَبُّ البها

فَاِرتَشَف الصّهباء خَلف الشّفاهْ

The lips sipped rosedew from the brushwood-twigs,

And he said, for shoots of the grove were in leaf,

قالَ وَقَد أَورَق مِن ريعةٍ

لا تَعجَبوا شَرِبت ماءَ الحَياه

"Ye marvel that waters of life I should drink;" -

Wonder not! Waters of life have I quaffed.