Claude 2

  1. كَم مِن يَدٍ لِلوَردِ مَشكورَةٍ

    عِندي وَلَيسَت كَيدِ النَرجِسِ

    How many a hand to the rose is thankful

    To me, and is not like the narcissus' deceit

  2. الوَردُ يَأتي وَوُجوهُ الرُبى

    تَضحَكُ عَن ذي بَردٍ أَملَسِ

    The rose comes, and the faces of the meadows

    Smile from one with smooth coldness

  3. وَقَد تَحَلَّت بِعُقودِ النَدى

    نابِتَةٌ في الأَرضِ لَم تُغرَسِ

    It has adorned itself with necklaces of dew

    Growing in the earth, not planted

  4. وَلَن تَرى النَرجِسَ حَتّى تَرى

    رَوضَ الخُزامى رَثَّةَ المَلبَسِ

    You will not see the narcissus until you see

    The gardens of cress, shabby in dress

  5. وَتُخلِقُ النَكباءُ ما جَدَّدَت

    أَيدي الغَوادي في سَنا السُندُسِ

    And the unfortunate ones create what has been renewed

    By the hands of the loving one in the brilliance of satin

  6. هُناكَ يَأتيكَ غَريباً عَلى

    شَوقٍ مِنَ الأَعيُنِ وَالأَنفُسِ

    There the strange one will come to you

    With longing from the eyes and the souls