حَدَّثَ عَرْفُ الصَّبَا عَنْ نَفْحَةِ الزَّهْرِ

عَنِ الْغُصُونِ عَنِ السُّقْيَا عَنِ الْمَطَرِ

The fragrance of the east wind spoke of the blossom's breath,

Of the branches, of the quenching, of the rain;

قَالُوا جَمِيعاً شُرُودُ الأُنْسِ مُقْتَنَصٌ

بَيْنَ الرُّبَى بِشِبَاكِ الشَّمِّ وَالنَّظَرِ

Together they declared: elusive joy is captured

Among the hills, by the nets of scent and sight.