البانُ قَد تاهَ إِذ أَبدى أَزاهِرهُ

وَاِختالَ مِن عجبهِ في حلّةِ العَجَبِ

The milk has strayed as it revealed its flowers

And reveled in its wonder in the dress of wonder

وَقالَ لا يَفتَخِر في رَوضِهِ شَجَرٌ

عَليَّ يَوماً فَإِنّي دَوحَة الذّهبِ

And said no tree shall boast in its meadow over me

For I am the golden palm