عَذولِيَ قَد قالَ لا عِرقَ يَبدو

لِوَردِ الخُدودِ وَذا القَولُ فسقُ

My friend said there's no sweat that shows

On the cheeks of roses, and that claim's not right

فَقالَ الحَبيبُ عَذولُكَ أَعمى

فَإِنّ عِذاري للوَردِ عرقُ

So my love replied: "Friend, you must be blind

For the dew on roses is their sweat of light"