وَشَقائِقٌ نَقَشَ الرَبيعُ ثِيابَها

وَشَقائِقٌ نَقَشَ الرَبيعُ ثِيابَها

فَبَرَزنَ بَينَ مُكَحَّلٍ وَمُجَسَّدِ

فَبَرَزنَ بَينَ مُكَحَّلٍ وَمُجَسَّدِ

And red anemones—spring had embroidered their robes—

And anemones—spring patterned their robes,

came forth, some wreathed and some dyed crimson;

So they emerged, kohl-lined and crimson-dyed,

كَالخَدِّ يَصبُغُهُ الحَياءُ بِحُمرَةٍ

كَالخَدِّ يَصبُغُهُ الحَياءُ بِحُمرَةٍ

وَجَرى عَلَيهِ الدَمعُ خُلطَ الإِثمِدِ

وَجَرى عَلَيهِ الدَمعُ خُلطَ الإِثمِدِ

like a cheek that modesty suffuses with a blush,

Like a cheek that bashfulness stains red,

over which tears ran, mingling with antimony kohl.

And tears flowed over it, mingled with antimony kohl.