يَقول تفّاحُنا الزاهي بنضرته
وَقَد جنته يَدُ الجاني من الفَنَنِ
Our apple tree says in its greenness
Though a robber has plucked its fruits with skill
وَقلَّدته يدُ الحسناءِ عاتقَها
ما أبتُ من غُصنٍ إلّا إلى غصنِ
A fair maid has hung it round her neck
No bough have I sought but the boughs it bears
