وذي ظمإ لو كان يسقي لذمة

لسقيته رعيا ولكن بسلسل

And one of thirst—were he to be watered for the sake of a bond,

I would have quenched him in observance, yet with cool, limpid water.

إذا هب رياه وجدت حقيقة

نسيم الصبا جاءت بريا القرنفل

When its aroma wafts, I find it to be, in truth,

The breeze of the East Wind bringing the fragrance of cloves.