ومنزلٍ رَقَّ بهِ الهواءُ

وطابَ للشَّرْبِ بهِ الثَّواءُ

And a dwelling where the air grew delicate,

Where lingering to drink was sweet—

بَنِيَّةٍ ما حولَها بِناءُ

كما أُقيمَ في يدٍ إناءُ

A little structure with no building round it,

Like a vessel poised within a hand.

تَركُضُ فيه فرسٌ دهماءُ

تَكنُفُها عَجاجَةٌ بَيضاءُ

Inside it gallops a jet-black mare,

Enfolded by a white cloud of dust.

تجري فإن أعوزَها الفَضَاءُ

مَيدانُها وجسمُها سَواءُ

She runs; and should open space fail her,

Her field and her body are equal in measure.

يَخفُرُها جارٌ له ضَوْضَاءُ

كِلاهُما لمعشرٍ نَعماءُ

A clamorous neighbor stands guard over her;

Together, they are a boon to the company:

يومُ سرورٍ ما به خَفاءَ

وليلةٌ مُسْفِرَةٌ غَرَّاءُ

A day of joy whose joy is no secret,

And a radiant, resplendent night.

رَخاؤُها إذ وَدَّعَت رَخاءُ

تَبرُدُ من نسيمِها الأحشاءُ

Her gentleness, even as she bade farewell, was ease itself;

Her breeze cools the very inward parts—

غُرَّةُ دَهرٍ كلُّه ظَلماءُ

The bright brow-blaze of an age all darkness.