تذكر العودُ عَهداً بالرياض على

مجرى العَقيق وَماءُ الخصب فيه جرى

The lute remembers a time in meadows by

The bed of sweet water, where bounty flowed

وذكَّرتهُ غناءَ الطير ريشتُهُ

من فوقهِ مثلَهُ أَيّامَ اذ نَضرا

I reminded it of the birds' song, its feathers

Rustled over it, in days when both were green

فسامها نغماً يُروي حُشاشتَهُ

فَطالبت بالَّذي قد شاءَهُ الوترا

It answered my longing with melody to slake

The thirst fate's strings had brought it