الرَوضُ مِثلَ سَوالِفٍ وَخُدودِ

وَالزَهرُ مِثلَ مَخانِقٍ وَعُقودِ

The garden is like conversations and cheeks

And the flowers are like stranglings and necklaces

وَالغَدرُ قَد لَمَعَت جَواشِنُ مائِها

ما بَينَ بوقاتٍ وَبَينَ بِنودِ

And betrayal, its knives have flashed

Between horns and covenants

وَالنايُ مِثلَ النايِ في يَدِهِ هَذِهِ

وَالعودُ في يَدِ هَذِهِ كَالعودِ

And the flute is like the flute in this hand of his

And the lute in this hand is like the lute

فَأَنعَم فَقَد عَقَدَ المِزاجُ حَبابَهُ

تاجاً لِمَفرِقِ إِبنَةِ العُنقودِ

So relax for the temper has strung its beads

A crown for the parting of the daughter of the cluster