قَد حَما غُصنَ النَقا أُسُدُه

ريقُهُ عَذبٌ وَمَن يَرِدُه

The branch of the wild plum is guarded by its lion

Its drink is sweet and he who wants it

مَشرَبٌ طابَت مَشارِعُهُ

جامِداً في خَمرَةٍ بَرَدُه

Drinks from channels made wholesome by it

Though cooled in a goblet, it still enflames

هُوَ سُقمي حينَ أَفقِدُه

وَشِفاءُ السُقمِ لَو أَجِدُه

It is my malady, when I lose it

And the cure of my malady, when found