وَلا زَوَردِيَّةٍ تَزهو بِزُرقَتِها

بَينَ الرِياضِ عَلى حُمرِ اليَواقيتِ

Without turquoise's pride of hue

Among gardens over corals strewn;

كَأَنَّها وَرِقاقُ القُضبِ تَحمِلُها

أَوائِلُ النارِ في أَطرافِ كِبريتِ

As though they were leaves that carry dew,

Dropped from the rose's early bloom.