للرَّوْضِ أتى حبيبُ قلبي العانِي

فاهْتزَّ لفَرْحةٍ قضيبُ البانِ

To the garden came the lover of my aching heart

So the willow tree trembled with joy

لو كان لِسَرْوِ رَوضِنا ساقانِ

ما فارق غُصْن قدِّه الفَتانِ

If our garden's cypress had legs

It's charming branch would not leave it