وترى شقائقَها خلالَ رِياضِها

أوفتْ مطارِفُهَا على أزهارِها

Her anemones peek through her gardens

Her eyelids have veiled over her flowers

وكأنَّها والريحُ يصقلُ خَدَّها

والسُّحْبُ تملؤُها بصَوبِ قَطارِهَا

As if the wind were polishing her cheek

And the clouds filling her with the rain of her trains

أقداحُ ياقوتٍ لطافٌ أُتْرِعَتْ

راحاً فباتَ المِسْكُ سُؤرَ قرارِهَا

Goblets of ruby gently asleep

Their fragrance remains in her abode

وكأنَّها وَجَناتُ غيدٍ أحدَقَتْ

بخدُودِها حُمْراً خطوطُ عِذارِها

As if she were gardens of lilies staring

With cheeks red, the lines of her chastity