لقد عجَّلَ المحبوبُ نَبْتَ عذارِهِ

فزادَ به حُسناً فعيلَ بهِ الصبرُ

The beloved hastened the growth of his reproach

So it increased his beauty, so my patience was ruined by it

تردى ثيابَ الموتِ حمراً فما أتى

لها الليلُ إلا وَهْيَ منْ سندسٍ خضرُ

The garments of death fell away as red, so never came

The night but they were of green brocade