أَهْدَى لَنَا بَنَفْسِجاً مَنْثُورُهُ

يَرُوقُنا مِنْ كَفِّهِ الغَضِّ النَّدِي

He gifted us with scattered violets

We were pleased by his soft, tender palm

كَأَنَّهُ مَدَامِعٌ مِنْ أَعْيُنٍ

قَدْ كُحِلَتْ جُفُونُها بإِثْمِدِ

As if they were tears from eyes

Whose lids were lined with kohl