شَجَرَ التُفّاحِ لا ذُقتَ القَحَل

لا وَلا زِلتَ لِغاياتِ المَثَل

The apple tree, you have not tasted its bitterness

O apple tree, may you never taste of drought,

Nor have you faltered for the sake of an allegory

And may you remain forever the paragon of perfection,

وَعَدَتني قُبلَةً مِن سَيِّدي

فَتَعاضَت سَيِّدي حينَ فَعَل

She promised me a kiss from my master

You promised me a kiss from my beloved master,

But when she did, it displeased my master

But he took a bite instead when he made the gesture,

لَيسَ ذاكَ العَضُّ مِن عَيبٍ بِها

إِنَّما ذاكَ سُؤالٌ لِلقُبَل

It wasn't a flaw in her

That bite is not a blemish upon the fruit,

Rather, it was a quest for the kiss

It is but a plea soliciting a kiss.