وَرَوضٍ جَلا صَدَأَ العَينِ بِه

نَسيمٌ تَجارى عَلى مَشرَبِه

In a meadow whose freshness delights the eye

A breeze passes gently over its drinking-place

صَنَوبَرَةٌ رُكِّبَت ساقُها

عَلَيهِ فَخاضَت حَشا مِذنَبِه

A pine-tree whose trunk is erected

Bows over it and in the water dips its crown

فَشَبَّهتُها وَأَنابيبُها

بِها الماءُ قَد جَدَّ في مَسكَبِه

I fancied it, with its boughs and its twigs

Was like a flask whose water flows from its neck

بِأَرقَمَ كَعَّكَ مِن شَخصِهِ

وَأَفرُخُهُ يَتَعَلَّقنَ بِه

Like a mother-ostrich sheltering

Her fledglings clinging close to her