ويتيمةٍ من كَرمها ومُدِيمِها

لم يُبْقِ منها الدهرُ غيرَ صَميمِها

A lonely orphan whose generosity and constancy

Time has left nothing of her but the essence.

لطُفتْ فقد كادتْ تكون مُشاعةً

في الجو مثلَ شُعاعها ونسيمِها

She was so gentle, she almost became commonplace,

Like her rays and breeze dispersed in the air.

صفراء تنتحل الزجاجة لونَها

فيُخالُ ذوبُ التبرِ حشوَ أديمِها

She takes on the color of a yellow glass,

That you'd think fine dust fills her leather skin.

رَيْحانةٌ لنديمِها دِرْياقةٌ

لسليمها تَشفي سقامَ سقيمِها

A myrtle whose wine soothes her companion’s suffering,

And for her friend it relieves the illness of the sick.