قُم فَاِجلُها عَذراءَ مِن شَأِنها

تَسُرُّ مَن أَصبَحَ مَحزونا

Rise and entertain her chastely, it is her way,

She gladdens whoever became downcast at dawn,

فَالقاشُ قَد أَظهَرَ كانونُ مِن

آلائِهِ ما كانَ مَكنونا

For the bow has now revealed from its bounties,

What used to be concealed,

مِن باقَلاءٍ نَورُ أَغصانِهِ

كَأَنَّهُ جَزعٌ عَلى مَينا

Of peas, the light of its branches,

As though it is a palm tree grieving for its tilting.