1. أَخذتَ بِأَنفاسِ الرِّياضِ فَنَشرُها

    أراهنّ مِن تَفجيرك المتنفِّسِ

    You have seized the gardens’ breaths; their scents

    I see issuing from the breathing flow you have unleashed.

  2. دمٌ قَد حَكاهُ الوَردُ في اللَّونِ سائِلاً

    عروقٌ حَكَتها خُضرةً عَينُ نرجسِ

    Flowing blood, whose color the rose has imitated;

    veins, whose greenness the eye of a narcissus has imitated.