باكَرَنا الدَهرُ بِسَرّائِهِ
وَكَفَّ عَنّا بَأسَ بَأسائِهِ
Time came early to greet us with its good fortune,
and held back from us the force of its adversity.
وَجاءَنا أَيلولُ مُستَبشِراً
يَثني عَلى الدَهرِ بِآلائِهِ
September came to us rejoicing,
praising Time for its blessings.
أَما تَرى الرِقَّةَ في جَوِّهِ
تُناسِبُ الرِقَّةَ في مائِهِ
Do you not see the softness of its air
matching the softness of its water?
أُنظُر إِلى أَنواعِ أَثمارِهِ
قَد ضَمَّها في بَردِ أَحشائِهِ
Look upon its many kinds of fruit,
gathered within the coolness of its bosom.
راحَت عَلَيها نَسَماتُ الصِبا
تَقرُصُها في بَردِ أَفنائِهِ
The breaths of the east wind wafted over them,
nipping them in the chill of its open reaches.
أَما تَرى حُسنَ مُلاحِيِّهِ
يُهدى إِلى بَهجَةِ شَعرائِهِ
Do you not see the beauty of its Mullāḥī grapes,
offered to the splendor of its downy peaches?
أُنظُر إِلى رُمّانِهِ ضاحِكاً
حَمراؤُهُ في وَجهِ بَيضائِهِ
Look at its pomegranate, laughing—
its red gleaming against its white.
Sol 5.6