قد كان عندي وردةٌ

تَلقى الضّحى ببَشاشةِ

I once had a rose

That greeted the morn with delight

فَتَوَلّعَت بِفراشةٍ

شبهتها بفراشتي

It was smitten by a butterfly

I likened it to my own spirit

يا وردتي إن تَذبلي

لكِ أسوةٌ بحشاشتي

O my rose if you were to wither

You would have my fluttering heart as your model