وَتَلوح لي الجَوزاء سكرى كُلَما

مالَت بِها الحرباء كادَت تَنثَني

The Cassia waves to me drunkenly every time

The dust wind bends it, about to break it

وَنطاقها مُتَراصف في نَظمِهِ

فَكَأَنَّما اِنتَطَقَت بِقطعة جوشن

With its branches ranked in orderly arrangement

As though it spoke with pieces of jewelry