ولمَّا نزلنا البُشنقانَ التي غَدَتْ

وراحت بجنَّاتِ النعيمِ تشبَّهُ

When we descended to the gardens that appeared

As if they were the gardens of paradise

وقد بَرَزَتْ أشجارها في ملابسٍ

ربيعيَّةٍ حازت مدى الحُسْنِ كلَّهُ

Their trees were adorned in spring attire

Having attained all beauty

وعارَضَنا ماءٌ يروقُ مُصَنْدَلٌ

وواجَهَنا وردٌ يشوقُ مُوَجَّهُ

We were greeted by pleasing water

And roses that allure the onlooker

وقَهْقَهَ رَعْدٌ في السماءِ مُجَلْجلٌ

وفي الأرضِ إبريقُ المُدامِ يقهقِهُ

Thunder rumbled playfully in the sky

And on earth, the jug of wine giggled

وغنَّى مغنِّي العندليبِ كأنَّما

يجاوِبُهُ في حلقِهِ مِزْهَرٌ لهُ

The nightingale sang as if

His own throat was responding to him

تنزَّهَ سمعي ما أرادَ وناظري

وقلبي من الأحزانِ لا يتنزَّهُ

My hearing wandered as it pleased, and my sight

But my heart could not wander from its sorrows