وَجَنيّ وَردٍ فَوقَ خَدّ مُشرِق

رَيّان يَفضَح لَونُه التُّفّاحا

A rose garden above a glowing cheek

Whose color puts apples to shame

أَهدى إِلى النَّسرِين طيبَ نَسيمِه

وَأَعار حُمرَةَ وَجنَتَيه الرّاحا

Its sweet breeze he gifted to the females

And its redness and bushes to the zephyr

من صَحّ من مَرض الجُفون فَإِنَّني

بِتُّ السَّقيم وَبِتن هُنّ صِحاحا

To whoever recovered from lovesickness of eyelids

I have become sick and they became healthy