الزَهرُ مُعلَمُ نَدٍّ

مِنَ الرُبى في تُخوتِ

The flower is a soft dew's guide,

Of varied hues in bouquets tied;

مِن أَصفَرٍ صَندَلِيٍّ

وَأَحمَرٍ ياقوتي

Of saffron yellow, ruby red,

So sip the potion it has shed.

فَاِشرَب عَلَيهِ عَقارا

كَالعَنبَرِ المَفتوتِ

Like melted amber is its power,

That in a little passing hour,

فَشَملُهُ عَن قَليلِ

يَفضي إِلى تَشتيتِ

Pervades, and then begins to reach,

The mind, and thought in chaos breach.