أَبدى الرَبيعُ لَنا مِن حُسنِ صَنعَتِهِ

شَبائِهَ اِتَّفَقَت في الشَكلِ وَالصُوَرِ

Spring has revealed to us the beauty of its handiwork

Its flowers have united in form and image

خُضرٌ ظَواهِرُها بيضٌ بَطائِنُها

تَحكي القَباطِيَّ تَحتَ السُندُسِ النَضرِ

Green are their surfaces, white are their insides

Looking like Egyptian cotton under soft green silk

بيضٌ شِبائُهُ في خُضرٍ مُلَملَمَةٍ

مِثلَ الزَبَرجَدِ مَثنِيّاً عَلى دُرَرِ

White are their petals amongst green leaves

Like emerald folded upon pearls

يَنشَقُّ أَخضَرُها عَن أَبيَضٍ يَقَقٍ

كَالثَغرِ يُشرِقُ تَحتَ الشارِبِ الخَضِرِ

Its greenness splits to reveal tender whiteness

Like a mouth shining under a green mustache