لما يا ورد لم يذبلك شوقٌ

لروضك والصدور عن الورودِ

Roses, when I asked why you had not withered from yearning

For your garden, while hearts have no love for roses,

فقال لقد أنست بروض صدرٍ

ووردي عطر رمان النهودِ

You answered, “I've made my home in a loving breast

And my scent is the fragrance of pomegranate blossoms."