تضاحك الشمس أنوار الرياض بها

كأنما نثرت فيها الدنانير

The sun smiles its light upon the meadows

As though it scattered dinars over them

وتأخذ الريح من ريحانها عبقا

كأن ذاك الثرى مسك وكافور

And the breeze takes from it a fragrant breath

As if that soil were musk and camphor