قَد حَيَّرَنا خَدُّكِ يا أَسماءُ

لَمَّا امتَزَجَ الخَمرُ بِهِ والَماءُ

Your cheek has bewildered us, O Asma

When the wine was mixed with it and the water

لَو لَم يَكُ من شَقائِقِ النُّعمانِ

ما كانَ عَلَيهِ نُقطَةٌ سَوداءُ

Had it not been for the anemones

No black spot would have been upon it