لم أنس في الروض الحبيب وقد بدا

يختال كالغصن الرطيب بقده

I have not forgotten the beloved in the garden when he appeared

Strutting like a moist branch with his stature

وتناولي من راحتيه وردة

عند العتاب ومثلها في خده

And he took from my hand a rose

At the reproach and one like it on his cheek