جادَ الرَبيعُ بِشَوطى رَسمَ مَنزِلَةٍ

أُحِبُّ مِن حُبِّها شَوطى فَأَلجاما

Spring marched on with my abode, and mapped a dwelling

More beloved to me than its love are leagues galore

فَبَطنَ خاخَ فَأَجزاعَ العَقيقِ لِما

نَهوى وَمِن جَوِّ ذي عِبرَينِ أَهضاما

So it imbibed pure wine, and the carnelian's essence, because

Of a passion, and from tears of the two doves a draught

داراً تَوَهَّمتُها مِن بَعدِ ما بَلِيَت

فَاِستَودَعَتكَ وُسومُ الدارِ أَسقاما

An abode which, after my affliction, I fancied

Thus the marks of the abode consigned you to trust