وَعَشِيٍّ رائِقٍ مَنظَرُهُ

قَد قَصَرناهُ عَلى صَرفِ الشَمولِ

A radiant evening, its view shortened

As though the sun, midway through it

وَكَأَنَّ الشَمسَ في أَثنائِهِ

أَلصَقَت بِالأَرضِ خَدّاً لِلنُّزولِ

Had brought its cheek to the ground to alight

And the morning breeze lifts the hems of the hills

وَالصَبا تَرفَعُ أَذيالَ الرُبى

وَمُحَيّا الجَوِّ كَالسَيفِ الصَقيلِ

And the brisk air is like a polished sword

Blessed is our dwelling, secluded

حَبَّذا مَنزِلُنا مُغتَبَقاً

حَيثُ لا يَنظُرُنا غَيرُ الهَديلِ

Where none look upon us but the wafting breeze

A singing bird and a bending branch

طائِرٌ شادٍ وَغُصنٌ مُنثَنٍ

وَالدُجى يَشرَبُ صَهباءَ الأَصيلِ

And the darkness drinks the whiteness of the late morning