هذي الرياضُ وهذه

زُرْقُ المذانبِ تَطَّرِدْ

This is the garden, and here

Are strips of blue sky that recede,

والطيرُ في خَلَل الغصو

ن على المنابر تَغْتَرِدْ

And birds flitting through crevices

In the branches perch solo.

والورد مَلْكٌ في نوا

وير الحدائق مُنْفَرِدْ

The roses reign over beds

Of flowers standing alone.

والريحُ قد ملأ الغدي

رَ مُلاء درع قد سُرِدْ

The wind has filled the pot

With clinking coat of mail.

وجَواد نَرْدِ حُبَابِه

عَوْداً على بَدءٍ طُرِدْ

A steed frees the fetters

Of its love, starting over again.

والهم مطرود بها

والأنس دانٍ مُطَّرِدْ

Anxiety is dispelled here,

Companionship flows free.

فاغنم غضارتَه فمن

يعد الغضارة يَنْجَرِدْ

So enjoy its freshness, for he

Who counts on freshness will lose it.