ورياضِ محنيةٍ دفنتُ بها الأسى

وسمعتُ تغريد الحمام ووصفهُ

In gardens of sorrow I buried my grief

And heard the cooing of doves describing it

ورأيت غصنَ ألبان فوق غديرها

من لذَّة النغماتِ يثني عطفهُ

And saw a supple branch above its pond

Bend its shoulder in pleasure of the melodies

فكأنَّ فارس بهمةٍ سيم الوغى

ركزَ القناةَ بها وألقى زغفهُ

As if a valiant horseman of battle's din

Fixed his spear in the earth and cast his cloak