وقرنفل غضّ المكاسر ناصعٌ

غصّت بطيب عبيره الأسْحَارُ

The tender carnation with its petals gleams,

Its sweet fragrance has perfumed the dawn.

وافَى على سوق بَدَتْ أوراقها

تَنْدى وقد عَلِقَتْ بها الأبصار

It appeared in a market whose leaves were moist with dew,

Eyes were affixed to it in awe.

فكأنما للطير فيها ألسنٌ

مذروبةٌ أطرافُهُنَّ صِغارُ

It seemed as though the birds had tongues within it,

Their tender tips like little chicks.

شَدَّتْ إِلى عِقُدِ الزُمردّ بينها

قُصَبٌ تُحار بوصْفها الأفكارُ

Towards its emerald necklace they reached,

Perplexing thoughts in describing it.

فكأنّها للعندليبِ أكارعٌ

بقرار أعمدها له منقار

As though it had meadows for the nightingale,

With pillars for it to build its nest.

قَدْ توّجتها للقموع مَكاحِلٌ

خُضْرٌ مُشرّفةُ الذرى مِعْطارُ

Green kohl adorns it for wheat spikes,

Perfuming the earth a sweet scent.

في كلّ واحدة تروقك زهرة

فَكأنّها من فضّة مسمَارُ

In each one a flower captivates you,

As though it were made of sculpted silver.