وَشادِنٍ ذِي غَنَجٍ دَلَّهُ

يَروقُنا طَوراً وَطَوراً يَرُوع

A citrus tree lush and green

Delights us time and again alarming

يَقذِفُ بِالنارَنجِ في بِركَةٍ

كَلاطِخٍ بِالدَمِ سُودَ الدُّروع

It casts oranges in a pond

Bloodied armors, dark and jarring

كَأَنَّها أَكبادُ عُشّاقِهِ

يَتبَعُها في لُجِّ بَحرِ الدُّموع

As if they were the livers of its lovers

Who follow in the deep sea of tears