1. ومُديمةٍ لَمْعَ البروقِ كأنّما

    هَزّتْ من البيضِ الصفاحِ متونا

    And a cloud of ceaseless rain, her lightning flashing as though

    she shook the backs of gleaming, broad-bladed swords.

  2. وسرتْ بها الرّيحُ الشمالُ فكم يدٍ

    كانت لها عند الرّياض يمينا

    And the north wind bore her along; how many a hand

    of hers was a kindly right hand to the gardens!

  3. صرَختْ بصَوْتِ الرّعد صرْخة حامل

    ملأتْ بها الليلَ البهيمَ أنينا

    She cried in thunder's voice, the cry of a pregnant woman,

    with which she filled the pitch-black night with groans.

  4. حتى إذا ضاقتْ بمضمر حملها

    ألْقَتْ بحجرِ الأرضِ منه جنينا

    Until, when she grew cramped by her hidden burden,

    she cast an unborn child from it into the earth's lap:

  5. قطراً تَنَاثَرَ حَبُّهُ فلوَ اَنّهُ

    دُرٌّ تنظّمه لكان ثمينا

    rain whose beads scattered; and if it were

    pearls you could string, it would be precious.

  6. وكأنّما عُمْي الرياضِ بدمعه

    كُسِيَتْ من الزّهْرِ الأنيقِ عيونا

    And it was as though the blind gardens, through its tears,

    were clothed in eyes of lovely flowers.