وَرَوضَةِ زَيتونٍ أَقمتُ بِظلّها

بِجَمعٍ لَهم دونَ الوَرى العزُّ وَالعَقلُ

And in an olive grove I dwelt beneath its shade

With a band for whom beneath the firmament glory and wisdom abide

وَقَد مالَتِ الأَغصانُ تَحنو عَليهمُ

وَحَنَّت حَنانَ الأُسدِ إِذ يَرضَعُ الشبلُ

And the boughs inclined towards them in affection

And inclined affectionately as a lioness when she suckles her cubs

وَلا بِدْعَ إِن مالَت إِلَيهم لظنِّها

وَهم هم ضِياءٌ أَنّها لهمُ أصلُ

And it is no wonder that they inclined towards them in their belief

That they are the source of the light from which the boughs originally sprang