وَذي تُفاحة حَمراءَ أَهدى

إِلَيَّ بِها حَبيبي دُونَ صَحبي

With an apple, red, my lover did present

To me alone, not to my girl companions

وَمَد بِها يَداً نَحوي فَظَنَ ال

عَواذل أَنَّه قَد رَدّ قَلبي

He held it out to me, so then did think

The coquettes, he's captured now my heart