1. مَرَّت بِحارِسِ بُستانٍ فَقالَ لَها

    وَقَد بَدى بارِزُ النَهدَينِ لِلنَظَرِ

    She passed by a garden guard, and he said to her,

    With the swell of her two breasts now plain to see:

  2. ماذا الَّذي قَد أَرى روحي فِدائَكَ هَل

    سَرَقتَ رُمّانَتي نَهدَيكِ مِن شَجري

    “What is this I see—my soul be your ransom! Have you

    Stolen the two pomegranates of your breasts from my trees?”

  3. تَبَسَّمَت ثُمَّ قالَت وَهيَ مُعرِضَةٌ

    تَثني أَقواماً كَغُصنٍ يانِعٍ نَضِرِ

    She smiled, then said, turning away,

    Swaying people like a flourishing, verdant bough:

  4. أُمَثِّلُ هاتَينِ هَذا الرَوضُ يُثمِرُهُ

    لا تَدَّعي الزَورَ كِلا بَل هُما ثَمَري

    “Does this garden bear the like of these two?

    Do not claim falsely! No, rather, they are my fruit.”