أَرأَت جُفونُكَ مِثلَهُ مِن مَنظَرِ

ظِلٌّ وَشَمسٌ مِثلُ خَدِّ مَعذّرِ

Have your eyelids seen the like of it

A scene with sun and shade like a coquette's cheek

وَجَداوِلٌ كَأَراقمٍ حَصباؤها

كَبُطونِها وَحَبابُها كَالأَظهُرِ

And brooks flowing between the rocks

Like lines of writing, their ponds and bubbles brighter still

وَقَرارَةٍ كَالعَشرِ ثَنيَ خَميلَةٍ

سالَت مَذانِبُها بِها كَالأَسطُرِ

With a meadow bending like a maiden's waist

Whose sides flowed forth like lines of prose

فَكَأَنَّها مَشكولَةٌ بِمصندلٍ

مِن يانِعِ الأَزهارِ أَو بِمُعَصفَرِ

As though it were garlanded with a many-colored wreath

Of blooming flowers or saffron powder

أَمَلٌ بَلَغناهُ بِهضبِ حَديقَةٍ

قَد طَرّزَتهُ يَدا الغَمامِ المُمطِرِ

A hope we attained on a hillside garden

Embroidered by the hands of the raining clouds

فَكَأَنَّهُ وَالزَهرُ تاجٌ فَوقَهُ

مَلِكٌ تَجَلّى في بِساطٍ أَخضَرِ

So that it and its flowers were like a crown above it

A king revealed on a green carpet

راقَ النَواظِرَ مِنهُ رائِقُ مَنظَرٍ

يَصفُ النَضارَةَ عَن جِنان الكَوثَرِ

From it the gazers delighted in a delightful scene

Describing freshness from the gardens of paradise

كَم قادَ خاطِرَ خاطِرٍ مُستَوفز

وَكَم اِستَفَزَّ جَمالُهُ مِن مُبصِرِ

How often it led one thought to another

And how often its beauty aroused the viewer

لَو لاحَ لي فيما تَظاهَرَ لَم أَقُل

عَرِّج بِمُنعرجِ الكَثيبِ الأَعفرِ

Had it not appeared to me among those spectacles

I would not have said, "Turn up the blond hill!"