قالت معذبتي والروض مبتسمٌ

لها ونور محياها يناظره

She said, while the garden smiled at her torment,

And the light of her life gazed at it,

أللنعيم الذي في الدوح بلبله

وافيت أم للذي في الساق طائره

"Is this the bliss whose nightingale is in the branches,

Or have you attained what is in the chalice of the wine?

فقلت واللَه يا روض الملاحة ما

وافيت إلّا لمن في الريق كوثره

So I said, by Allah, o garden of sweetness, you have not

Attained save to one in whose saliva is Kauthar.

والنهد رمانه واللحظ نرجسه

والخد تفاحه والخال عنبره

With breasts like pomegranates, glances like narcissi,

Cheeks like apples, and moles like ambergris."