1. خدّك بالورد من حشاه ومن

    بمسكِ هذا العذار قد نقشه

    Who filled your cheek with roses, and who

    has etched it with the musk of this cheek-down?

  2. يا من أغاظَ الرماح معطفه

    فهي تخاف القدود مرتعشه

    O you whose supple figure enraged the spears,

    so they fear slender forms, trembling.

  3. حتى مَ يا روضتي ويا غصني

    حشاشتي من تقاطع دهشه

    How long, O my garden and O my bough,

    will my life-breath be bewildered by estrangement?

  4. ووحشة بيننا يؤكدها

    نحوَ الجفا فهي هكذا وحشه

    And a loneliness between us, deepened

    by a leaning toward coldness—thus it remains loneliness.