أقبل يحدو الخصب في إقباله
والرعد يحدو الورق من جماله
It came, urging fertility onward as it advanced,
The fertility strides forth in its advance
and thunder drove the gray ones among its camels onward,
And the thunder strides the leaves in their beauty
بمنطق أبدع في ارتجاله
كأنه في ثقل انتقاله
with speech it brilliantly improvised.
With eloquence he created in his improvisation
As though, in its ponderous passage,
As if in the weight of his transition
تجله الريح عن استعجاله
إلا بما تجذب من أذياله
the wind revered it too much to hurry it,
The wind reveals it from its haste
save by tugging at its trailing skirts.
Except by what it pulls from its trails
دنا من الترب على استقباله
كأنما نسأله عن حاله
It drew near the earth, facing it,
It approached the soil in reception
as though we were asking how it fared.
As if we ask it about its state
والزهر قد أصغى إلى مقاله
وكاد أن ينهض لاستقباله
And the blossoms had lent an ear to its words,
And the flowers leaned in to its saying
and almost risen to welcome it.
And nearly got up to receive it
فجاد بالريق من زلاله
حتى لقال الترب من تهطاله
Then it lavished spittle from its limpid water,
So it gave freely from its clarity
until, at its downpour, the earth would surely have said:
Until the soil met it from its downpour
إن سجلا لي على سجاله
“Indeed, a bucketful of mine surpasses its bucketfuls.”
That I have registered it in its register
Sol 6.1