تُفاحَةٌ شامِيَّةٌ

مِن كَفِّ ظَبيٍ غَزِلِ

A Syrian apple

From the palm of a charming youth

ما خُلِقَت مُذ خُلِقَت

تِلكَ لِغَيرِ القُبَلِ

Never since creation began

Was it created but for kisses

كَأَنَّما حُمرَتُها

حُمرَةُ خَدٍّ خَجِلِ

As if its redness

Were the redness of a shy cheek