Sol 6.1

  1. وَوَردةٍ قَد شاقَني عرفُها

    لَكنّه قَد شاكَني قطفُها

    And a rose—its fragrance has stirred my longing,

    Yet plucking it has pricked me.

  2. كَأنّها ديباجةُ الخدّ من

    حَسناءَ يَرمي بسهمٍ طَرفها

    As though it were the silken cheek of

    A beauty whose gaze looses an arrow.