لَبِسَ الرَبيعُ عَلى الجَزيرَةِ عُشبَهُ

ما بَينَ رَيحانٍ إِلى نَمّامِ

Spring donned its grass garment on the island

From basil to mint

فَكَأَنَّما البَحرانِ إِذ جَفّا بِها

صُبحانِ حُفَّ سَناهُما بِظَلامِ

So the two seas seemed when they left it dry

To have clad their brightness in darkness