أَصبَحتُ أَكثَرَ خَلقِ اللَهِ كُلُّهُم

عِشقاً لِرَوضٍ قَد اِخضَرَّت جَوانِبُهُ

I have fallen deeply in love with a garden

Whose sides have become verdantly green

رَيّاهُ نَكهَتُهُ وَالقَطرُ مَضحَكُهُ

وَالوَردُ وَجنَتُهُ الآسُ شارِبُهُ

Its freshness nourished by the falling rain

Its roses quenched by the gentle stream

فَفيمَ لا أَتَرَضّاهُ بِصافِيَةٍ

مِمّعا يُناسِبُ مِنها ما تُناسِبُهُ

Why then am I not inspired to sing its praises

In verses befitting its enchanting scenes?

وَقَد وَجَدتُ سَبيلَ العُذرِ واضِحَةً

بِأَنَّ لَيلِيَ لَم تَطلُع كَواكِبُهُ

For I have found the path of excuse so clearly -

My night has not yet unveiled its stars and dreams