1. يَقول تفّاحُنا الزاهي بنضرته

    وَقَد جنته يَدُ الجاني من الفَنَنِ

    Our apple, radiant in its freshness, says,

    After the picker’s hand had plucked it from the bough,

  2. وَقلَّدته يدُ الحسناءِ عاتقَها

    ما أبتُ من غُصنٍ إلّا إلى غصنِ

    And the beauty’s hand had adorned her shoulder with it:

    “I returned from one branch only to another.”