جَاءَ الأَصِيلُ بِمَنْظَرٍ رَقْرَاقِ

يَقْضِي عَلَى الْعُشَّاقِ بِالأَشْوَاقِ

The authentic came with a graceful look

Dusk arrived with a shimmering sight,

Finishing off lovers with yearnings

Condemning the lovers to deep yearning;

لَمْ يَبْتَسِمْ عَنْ عَسْجَدٍ فَوْقَ الرُّبَى

حَتَّى بَكَى بِدَمٍ عَلَى الأَوْرَاقِ

He did not smile with pride above the hills

It had scarcely smiled to reveal gold above the hills,

Until he cried blood on the leaves

Before it wept with blood upon the leaves.