لَمّا تَبَخَّرَ ذو الجَمالِ بِعَنبَر

وَقَفَ الدّخان لَدى الجَبينِ الأَزهَرِ

When the beauty vanished in perfume smoke

The smoke stood still before the rosy cheek

ظَنّوا عِذاراً قلت لا لَكِنَّ ما

شِمتُم بِوَجنَتِهِ دُخانُ العَنبَرِ

They thought it was his scent, but I said "Nay

What you smell is but the perfume's smoke"