حلا نباتُ الشعرِ يا عاذلي

لما بدا في خدِّهِ الأحمرِ

The poetry is a beautiful plant, O reproacher

When the red appeared on his cheek

فشاقني ذاكَ العذارُ الذي

نباتُهُ أحلى منَ السكرِ

I was enchanted by that coquetry which

Its plant is sweeter than sugar