وَمُعَذَّرٍ سَلَبَ الحَدَائِقَ آسَهَا

وَأعَارَهَا مِنْ خَدّهِ الوَرْدَ الجَنِي

And the excuser robbed the gardens of their myrtles

And lent them from his cheek the picked roses

فَكَأنَّ وَجْنَتَهُ وَآسَ عِذَارِهِ

طلعُ الشَّقَائق تَحْتَ لَيْلٍ أدْكَنِ

So it was as if his orchard and the myrtles of his excuse

Were meadow saffron blooming under the darkest night