عُجْنَا إِلى الجِزْعِ الذي مَدَّ في

أرجائِه الغيمُ بِساطَ الزَّهَرْ

We clung to the trunk that stretched its

Boughs while the clouds spread their floral rug,

حولَ غديرٍ ماؤهُ المنتمي

إِلى بناتِ المُزْنِ يشكو الخَصَرْ

Around a pool whose water complained to

The slender waists of the Pleiades.

لو لاذتِ الريحُ سَموماً به

لانقلبتْ وهي نَسيمُ السَّحَرْ

Had the wind sought refuge in its poison,

It would have reverted, being the morning breeze.

حصباؤهُ دُرٌّ ورَضْرَاضُهُ

سُحالةُ العسجدِ حولَ الدررْ

Its pebbles are pearls and its gravel

Is chamomile flowers around the gems.

وقد كَستْهُ الريحُ من نَسْجِها

دِرْعاً به يلقى نِبَالَ المَطَرْ

The wind wove it a coat of her own weaving

To meet the arrows of rain.

وألبَستْهُ الشمسُ من ضوئِها

نوراً به يَخْطَفُ نورَ البَصَرْ

The sun dressed it in her own light

To seize the sight’s light.

كأنها المرآة مجلوَّةً

على بِساطٍ أخضرٍ قد نُشِرْ

It is like a polished mirror

On a green carpet that is unrolled.