فرَش الرَّبيعُ لنا خَمائِلَ سُنْدُسٍ

مِن حولها غُدْرانُهُنَّ فَراوِزُ

Spring spread for us bowers of finest silk,

Around them, their pools were turquoise gems;

ومشَى بها سارِي الصَّبا مُتَسَلِّلاً

وعليه أعْيُنُ نُورِه تَتَغامَزُ

And through them walked the night-roving zephyr, slipping stealthily,

While the eyes of its light exchanged winks at him.