1. أَتَلُومُنِي يَا عَاذِلِي

    فِي حُسْنِ هَاتِيكِ الْقَطَائِفْ

    Do you blame me, O my reproacher,

    For the beauty of those velvet carpets?

  2. وَالطَّيْرُ مُذْ بَرَزَتْ لَهُ

    غَرِدٌ عَلَى الأَدْوَاحِ هَاتِفْ

    And the birds, since these appeared to them,

    Sing and call upon the spreading trees,

  3. مُتَرَنِّمٌ كَلَفاً بِهَا

    طَرِبٌ عَلَى الأَفْرَاحِ عَاكِفْ

    Warbling in passionate love for them,

    Exultant, engrossed in joy.

  4. وَالْغُصْنُ أَوْمَأَ رَاكِعاً

    لِجَمَالِهَا لَدْنَ الْمَعَاطِفْ

    And the branch nodded, bowing

    To their beauty, supple in its bends.

  5. خَلَعَ الرَّبِيعُ عِذَارَهُ

    فِيهَا فَأَبْدَعَ فِي اللَّطَائِفْ

    Spring cast off its bridle

    Among them, excelling in delicate wonders:

  6. بِبَهَارِهَا مُتَقَيِّئٌ

    بِشَقَائِقِ النُّعْمَانِ رَاعِفْ

    Vomiting forth their yellow blossoms,

    Bleeding Nuʿmān’s anemones from its nose;

  7. مَا بَيْنَ أَصْفَرَ فَاقِعٍ

    فِي أَحْمَرٍ غَضِّ الْمَقَاطِفْ

    Between vivid yellow

    And red, with tender blooms to pluck,

  8. فِي وَسْطَ أَخْضَرَ يَانِعٍ

    لِلَوَاحِظِ الأَبْصَارِ خَاطِفْ

    Amid luxuriant green,

    Stealing the eyes’ glances.

  9. عَرِّجْ عَلَيْهَا إذِ ْ بِهَا

    مَا أَعْجَبَ الصَّبَّ الْمُلاَطِفْ

    Turn aside to them, for in them lies

    What has delighted the gentle, lovesick lover,

  10. لاَ سِيَّمَا عِنْدَ الأَصِي

    لِ فَحُسْنُهَا السُّلْوَانَ قَاطِفْ

    Especially at even-

    tide, for their beauty plucks away solace;

  11. وَالشَّمْسُ تَرْقُمُ مَتْنَهَا

    بِنُضَارِهَا رَقْمَ الْمَطَارِفْ

    And the sun embroiders their surface

    With its gold, like the patterning of striped cloaks.