1. I descended from the peninsula to a halt,
A happiness that nothing compares accumulates,

2. The soil's skirts were blown by the breeze's tails,
And musk permeates from its plains.

3. The branches danced on its axis,
It has a leg there and hearing.

4. And the Nile's flood, melting highlight,
Sings to the country, so its people do not despair,

5. It does not harm it, though the sky is its forehead,
Frowning, and its eyes do not blink.

6. It becomes shields with spears in the morning,
And remains what settled as swords that gleam.

7.
Winter descended on it, and its branches are green clothes,

8. And doves are cooing.
It took off the garb of its springtime from the world,

9. In its like, and on its land it takes off.

10. And it has for the slender mouths along with its decoration
Talk with nostrils that listens-

11. And the feast has arrived, and nothing compares
To its meadows being enjoyed for its like.

12. So invite the yearned to you the first time,
And you will be safe that he will not return.

13.
And I have suffered from your love one night,