وبمهجتي من سيفهُ من جفنهِ

ينضى ولدن قناتهِ من قدّهِ

With his sword he wounded my heart,

Drawing blood from my eyes with his blade.

أهدى إليَّ رسولهُ تفاحةً

أهدتْ إلى قلبي غرائبَ وجدهِ

His messenger brought me an apple-

It carried to my heart strange ecstasies.

فكأنَّ طيبَ نسيمها من نشرهِ

وكأنَّ حمرةَ لونها من خدّهِ

The fragrance it exhaled was like his breath,

Its ruby hue the color of his cheek.