1. The morning breeze blew gently to us
And I remembered your neck in that embrace and mine

2. When dew gathered in its heights
It leaned with tenderness on the slender branches

3. And when it met with the wind, it revealed
Nothing but cheeks meeting cheeks

4. So the slender branches told us
Of submission and the state of the supple

5. Their crowns are dripping and around their necks
Are strands of pearls and knots

6. The morning breeze sprinkles me with it, as though
It were rose water not meant for dust

7. As if in it is the scent of sweet basil
Kindling a fire in the burning embers

8. The valleys were preoccupied with it until I found them
Spreading in it meadows for the hunt

9. And it was adorned with flowers, so I thought
It was bursts of dew-laden clouds above me

10. And I enjoyed its flies, so its meadows
Were clothed like a pasture in full bloom

11. It sang, so I listened, and when it was hidden
My eyes did not spot it in the thicket

12. As if the strings of the musician and Ma'bad
Were in his hands, composing every song

13. Rising to the foliage of the thicket, as though
Its bow was from the hide of a newborn

14. As if it were a scene or a judge
Expert in calculating his counted sum