وهبتُ للوردِ نفسي

فَطِبْتُ بالنفسِ نفساً

I offered myself to the rose

So I was delighted with the soul of a soul

من أبيضٍ فاقَ نوعاً

وأحمرٍ راقَ جِنسا

Of a white that surpassed its kind

And a red that excelled its genre

كأنَّما غَمَسَتْهُ

في العُصْفُرِ اليدُ غَمْسا

As if the hand had dipped it

In saffron with a dip

ما كان لمَّا تبدَّى

إلاَّ عروساً وعُرْسا

It was not when it appeared

Except a bride and wedding

وَصَلْتُهُ وَصْلَ مثلي

لحظاً وشمّاً ولمسا

I joined it the joining of my like

For a glance, smell and touch

ولو يُمَسُّ بقلبٍ

أفناهُ المزورِينَ أُنْسا

And if it was touched by a heart

The familiar corrupted its intimacy

لا إِن أتى مُلَّ منه

ولا ذا غابَ يُنسَى

No, if one full of it came

Or if one absent forgot