هَل ساءَهُ أَن آلَ آساً وَردُهُ

هَل ساءَهُ أَن آلَ آساً وَردُهُ

وَتَعَطَّلَت مَن فيهِ كَأسٌ تُشرَبُ

وَتَعَطَّلَت مَن فيهِ كَأسٌ تُشرَبُ

Did it grieve him that his rose had turned to myrtle,

and that a cup drunk from his mouth was left unused?

فَكَأَنَّ صَفحَتَهُ وَنَدَّ عِذارِهِ

فَكَأَنَّ صَفحَتَهُ وَنَدَّ عِذارِهِ

ماءٌ يَثورُ بِصَفحَتَيهِ طِحلِبُ

ماءٌ يَثورُ بِصَفحَتَيهِ طِحلِبُ

As though his face and the fragrant nadd of his cheek-down

were water, with algae surging along its two banks.