لا زلت بالورد مفتوناً مدى زمني

وفيه نزهة عيني وانتشا رمقي

I'm still enamored with roses for so long

In them is the delight of my eyes and the spread of my gaze

ومن تضرم أشواقي إليه إذا

ما غاب عن ناظري استغنيت بالعرق

And the one whose absence makes my longing for him kindle

When he's gone from my sight, his fragrance suffices me