البَرقُ طَرزٌ وَالغُيومُ سَتائِرُ

وَالقاشُ دَرجٌ وَالنَباتُ جَواهِرُ

The lightning is embroidery and the clouds are curtains

The meadow is a staircase and the plants are gems

فَاِشرَب عَلَيهِ وَسَقِّني مِن قَبلُ أَن

يُطوى مِنَ الديباجِ ما هُوَ ناشِرُ

So drink to it and serve me before

The brocade is folded up that which is laid out

بِكراً إِذا شُجَّت رَأَيتَ لِوَجهِها

عَرَقاً يُنَظِّمُهُ المَرارُ الثائِرُ

In the morning when she frowns you see on her face

Sweat that bitter defiance arranges

فَكَأَنَّما الغُدران فيهِ مَطارِحٌ

وَكَأَنَّما الكُثبانُ فيهِ مَساوِرُ

It's as though there were in it abandoned encampments

And it's as though there were in it bracelets