اِنظُر إِلى الصَحراءِ كَيفَ تَزَخرَفَت
وَإِلى دُموعِ المُزنِ كَيفَ تَذَرَّفُ
Look at how the desert has adorned itself,
And how the rain clouds shed their tears.
وَعَلى الرُبا حُلَلٌ وَشاهُنَّ الحَيا
فَمُسَهَّمٌ وَمُقَصَّبٌ وَمُفَوَّفُ
On the hilltops are robes embroidered by the rain:
Some striped, some banded, some patterned.
وَمَلابِسُ الأَنواءِ فيها سُندُسٌ
وَمَضاجِعُ الأَنداءِ فيها زُخرُفُ
The garments of the rain clouds contain silk,
And the resting places of the dew are richly adorned.
نَمِّ الرِياحَ عَلى الرِياضِ نَمائِماً
ذَكَّرنَكَ الكافورَ حينَ يُدَوَّفُ
The winds whisper tales across the meadows,
Reminding you of camphor as it is blended.
وَعَلى التِلاعِ مِنَ الأَقاحي حِلَّةً
وَعَلى اليَفاعِ مِنَ الشَقائِقِ مُطرَفُ
On the slopes is a robe of daisies,
And on the heights, a mantle of anemones.
وَالغَيمُ تَنفِشهُ الرِياحُ عَشِيَّةً
كَالقُطنِ في زُرقِ الثِيابُ يُنَدَّفُ
In the evening the winds tease apart the clouds
Like cotton carded against blue garments.
وَالقَطرُ يَهمي وَهوَ أَبيَضُ ناصِعُ
وَيَصيرُ سَيلاً وَهوَ أَغبَرَ أَكلَفُ
The rain falls, bright and pure white,
Then becomes a flood, dusty and dark.
وَالبَرقُ يَلمَعُ مِثلَ سَيفٍ يُنتَضى
وَالسَيلُ يَجري مِثلَ أَفعى تَزحُفُ
Lightning flashes like a sword drawn from its sheath,
And the flood runs like a crawling snake.
يَسبيكَ مِنهُ مُفلِجٌ وَمُضَرِّجُ
وَمُقَوَّمٌ وَمُعَوَّجٌ وَمُهَفهَفُ
Its gapped and crimson-streaked forms captivate you,
As do its straight, curved, and slender forms.
Sol 6