وطائِرةٍ تَهْوِي كأَنَّ جَناحها

ضَمِيرٌ خَفِيُّ لا يُحَدِّدُهُ وهْمُ

Like a bird that swoops as though its wings

Are a hidden conscience not defined by delusions,

مُلازِمةٍ للرَّوْضِ حتى كأَنَّما

لها كُلُّ ما تفْتَرُّ عنه الرُّبى طُعْمُ

Closely accompanying the garden as though

It finds in all that the meadows relinquish, sustenance,

تَمُجُّ بفِيها الشَّهْد صِرْفاً ويخْتَفِى

لمُشْتارِهِ ما بيْنَ أَحْشائِها سَهْمُ

Drawing with its mouth the nectar purely and hiding

From its suitor what lies between its entrails, an arrow,

مُنافِرةٍ للإِنْسِ تأنَسُ بالفَلا

مُفَرِّقةٍ للشَّهْدِ مِن بَعْضِها السُّمُّ

Aloof from mankind, befriending the empty wilderness,

Scattering the nectar from itself is poison,

فإِدْناؤُها رُشْدٌ وَهَتْكُ حِجابها

إِذا احْتَجَبتْ في غَيْرِ أَيَّامِها ظُلْمُ

Its approach is sanity, to rend its veil

When it veils itself outside its days is injustice.