يا عِنَب المعشوق باللهِ هل

سقاك حتى طِبتَ من رِيقِهِ

O grapes of the beloved—by God, did he

water you until you grew sweet from his saliva?

أم فيك ما يُحمَد مِن ضَمّه

ولَثْمِ خَدّيه وتعنيقه

Or do you hold all that is cherished in embracing him—

kissing his cheeks and clasping him close?

أم أنت ذاك اللؤلؤُ المجتَنَى

من ثغره العذْبِ وتطويقه

Or are you those pearls, plucked

from his sweet mouth and the necklace encircling him?

أم لَحَظَ البستانَ في زورة

طابت بها أثمارُ تورِيقه

Or did he glance at the garden during a visit,

through which the fruits of its leafing grew sweet?