كَالْغُصْنِ فِي رَوْضَةٍ تَمِيْسُ
تَصْبُو إِلَى حُسْنِها النُّفُوسُ
Like a bough in a garden, she sways;
souls yearn for her beauty.
مَا شَهِدَتْ والنِّسَاءُ عُرْسَاً
فَشُكَّ فِي أَنَّهَا العَرُوسُ
Whenever she joins the women at a wedding,
all are left wondering whether she is the bride.
تَبْسِمُ عَنْ وَاضِحٍ بَرُودٍ
تَعْبَقُ مِنْ طِيْبِهِ الكُؤُوسُ
She smiles, revealing a gleaming, cool mouth;
the cups grow fragrant with its perfume.
يُجْمَعُ فِيْهِ لِمُجْتَنِيْهِ
دُرٌّ وَمِسْكٌ وَخَنْدَرِيْسُ
Within it are gathered, for whoever plucks it,
pearls, musk, and ancient wine.
Sol 5.6