بِتَناثُرِ المَنثورِ في أَغصانِهِ

بَل بِاختِلاجِ الماءِ في خُلجانِه

With its scattered prose in its branches

Rather with the stirring of water in its depths

أَلا اِصطَبَحتَ فَقَد غَدا دُرُّ النَدى

مُتَدَرِّجاً مِن فَوقِ شاذَروانِه

Behold, dawn has arrived and the pearl of dew

Has gradually descended from atop its foliage

أَرضاً إِذا أَمرَحتَ طَرفَكَ حارَ مِن

بِلَّورِ أَكؤُسِهِ وَمِن مَرجانِه

A land - when you glance at it, it glows

From the crystal of its cups and coral

لا سِيَّما وَالأُقحوانُ مُتَوَّجٌ

فَاِشرَب مُتَوَّجَةً عَلى تيجانِه

Especially since the anemones are crowned

So drink crowned upon their crowns