نبت الأَفاح بأرض مر

جان بحوض الكوثر

The apple trees bloomed in bitter soil

As if they were by the Basin of Abundance

أم قبلت زهر الريا

ض شقائق ابن المنذر

Or had kissed the flowers of meadows

And poppies of Ibn Mundhir

أم رابطت ثغر العقي

ق عساكر من جوهر

Or had gathered around the slender one

Armies of pure essence