هبت لنا ريحُ الصَّبا فتعانَقت
فذكرتُ جيدَكِ في العناقِ وجيدي
The morning breeze blew gently to us
And I remembered your neck in that embrace and mine
وإِذا تألّف في أعاليها النّدى
مالت بأعناقٍ ولطفِ قدودَ
When dew gathered in its heights
It leaned with tenderness on the slender branches
وإِذا التقت بالرّيحِ لم تُبصِر بها
إلاّ خدوداً تلتقي بخدودِ
And when it met with the wind, it revealed
Nothing but cheeks meeting cheeks
فكانّ عُذرةَ بينها تحكي لنا
صفة الخضوعِ وحالةَ المعمودِ
So the slender branches told us
Of submission and the state of the supple
تيجانُها طلِّ وفي أعناقِها
منهُ نظامُ قلائدٍ وعقُودِ
Their crowns are dripping and around their necks
Are strands of pearls and knots
فترشُني منهُ الصِّبا فكأنّهُ
من ماءِ وردٍ ليس للتَّصعيدِ
The morning breeze sprinkles me with it, as though
It were rose water not meant for dust
فكأنّما فيها لطيمةُ عاطرٍ
فتثيرُ ناراً في مجامرِ عودِ
As if in it is the scent of sweet basil
Kindling a fire in the burning embers
شُغلت بها الأنداءُ حتّى خِلتُها
يَبسُطنَ أنديةً بها للصيدِ
The valleys were preoccupied with it until I found them
Spreading in it meadows for the hunt
وتجلبَبت زهراً فخِلتُ بأنّها
فوقي نثائرُ نادفٍ مجهُودِ
And it was adorned with flowers, so I thought
It was bursts of dew-laden clouds above me
وتمتعت بذبابها فرياضُها
لبسِت كمثلِ المرتعِ المورودِ
And I enjoyed its flies, so its meadows
Were clothed like a pasture in full bloom
غنّى فأسمعَني وغابَ فلم تَقع
عيني عليهِ في الكلا المنضُودِ
It sang, so I listened, and when it was hidden
My eyes did not spot it in the thicket
فكأنّ وترَ الموصليَّ ومَعبدٍ
بيديهِ فَهو يصوغ كُلَّ نشيدِ
As if the strings of the musician and Ma'bad
Were in his hands, composing every song
يرقى إلى وَرَقِ الكلا وكأنّما
حيزومهُ من لمّةِ المولودِ
Rising to the foliage of the thicket, as though
Its bow was from the hide of a newborn
فكأنّهُ مشهّدٌ أو حاسبٌ
فَنِكٌ بعقدِ حسابهِ المكدودِ
As if it were a scene or a judge
Expert in calculating his counted sum
