يا بَرقُ عُج من غَيرِ أَينِ

سَحَراً بوادي النَّيرَيينِ

O lightning, emerge without knowing where,

like magic in the valley of two rivers,

ولكم به من جنتين

محفوفتين بكوثرين

how much it has quenched our thirst, not a remedy,

between the basil of virgins and rose heads of two cheeks,

ومهُزجين على ذُرى

أَشجاره ومُزمِّلينِ

I ransom it from a moon that appeared in Scorpio,

in two black ones, adorned,

في عُرسِ نُوَّار الجِنا

نِ تَراقصانِ مُصفِّقينِ

and two whites, rose-colored,

and it has a brook, its musk has flowed

وَخميلَىٍ تختالُ من

خطرتِها في حُلَّتينِ

in two camps of camphor,

O lightning, pass in its lights,

مُتنميَنِ مُسَهَّمينِ

مُدَرهَمَينِ مُدَنَّرَينِ

every day two times,

and if you ride the clouds,

لَكَ كالعَرائس تُجتَلى

عِندَ العِيانِ لِكُلِّ عَينِ

with two black stallions,

then undo my seal, my compiler,

كَم قَد سَقانا رِيمها ال

شافي سُلافَ الرَّاحَتَينِ

two clasped, two ambergris scented,

and inscribe with the pens of life,

ما بَينَ رَيحانِ العِذَارِ

وُروسِ وَردِ الوجنتَينِ

and detail the embroidery of two cheeks,

enchanted in the valley of two rivers,

أَفديهِ مِن قَمَر غَدا

لَمَّا بدا في عَقربَينِ

for you from two gardens,

surrounded by two Kauthars,

في أَسودَينِ مُحَجَّلينِ

وَأَبيضينِ مُوَرَّدينِ

and combined on particles,

its trees and bundled up,

وَلَهُ أَسيلٌ مِسكُهُ

قَد سارَ في كافُورَتينِ

in the wedding of the jinn's light,

dancing and clapping,

يا بَرقُ مُرَّ بِروقِهِ

في كُلِّ يَومِ مَرتينِ

and aroused from its gait in two suits,

humming, infatuated,

وإِذا رَكبِتَ منَ الغَما

مِ بأَسودَينِ مُصَولجينِ

silvered, gilded,

like brides being adorned,

فَافضُض ختامِي عارِضي

نِ مُمسَّكينِ مُعَنبرينِ

in the eyes of all eyes.

وارقُم بأَقلامِ الحَيا ال

وَسميَّ طِرزَ الغُوطَتَينِ