قَوسُ السّماءِ بِهِ السّحابُ مُطوَّق

وَالنّفسُ قَد أَبدَت إِلَيهِ شوقَها

The sky's arc is ringed with clouds

And the soul has revealed its yearning for it

ما لِلسّحابِ مِثاله فَكَأنَّما

أَخَذَ السّحابُ مِنَ الحَمامَةِ طوقَها

The clouds are peerless, as though

The clouds had taken their rings from a dove