ونارنْجةٌ بين الرياضِ نظَرْتُها
على غُصُنٍ رطْبٍ كقامة أَغْيَدِ
An orange among gardens I saw her
On a wet branch, like the form of a bent one
إذا مَيّلَتْها الريحُ كانتْ كأُكْرةٍ
بدتْ ذهَباً في صَوْلجان زبَرجَد
When the wind tilted her she was like a ball
She seemed like gold in a chalice of emerald
