هَل مُخبِرٌ يا لَمعَةَ البارِقِ

عن جِيرةٍ حَلُّوا على بارقِ

O gleam of lightning, does any herald

Report neighbors who alighted at the flash?

وَيا نَسيمَ البانِ هَل نَفحَةٌ

من نَحوهِمُ تُهدَى إِلى عَاشِقِ

O breeze of the wild, is there any whiff

Blown from them to a longing lover?

إِن حَمَّلوا رِيحَ الصَّبا نَشرَهُم

فَيَا لِنَشرٍ منُهمُ عابِقِ

If they have laden the zephyr with their traces,

Then welcome such fragrance from them;

أَو أَرسلُوا طَيفَهُمُ طارِقاً

فَمَرحباً بالزَّائرِ الطَّارقِ

Or sent their specter moving through the night,

Then greetings to the visitor in the dark;

وُجوهُهُم تَهدي بِأَنوارها

إذا بدَت في ظُلمةِ الغاسِقِ

Their faces give light with their rays

When they appear in the gloom of nightfall;

مَنزلهُم قَلبي وفي الطَّرفِ قَد

حَلُّوا على مَشرَعهِ الدَّافقِ

My heart is their dwelling, and lo, in my eyes

They have alighted on its overflowing porch.