كم بين دوح الأبرقينِ عوارياً

منهم غصوناً بالذوائب تورق

How much between the two flashes of lightning are unveiled,

With branches being clothed in trailing robes.

من كلِّ أفتكَ من سيوف جفونهم

لحظاً ومن سمر الذوابل أرشق

From every blink of their eyelids pours out,

Swords that glisten for a moment with the glow of firebrands.

ولقد وقفتُ بها وكفُّ ربيعها

في نسج حلَّة نورها تتألق

And I stood in its spring, while the palm of its prosperity

Was weaving a gown of light in which it shone radiantly.

وسدى خيوط المزن يرسلها الحيا

أبداً وأكمام النبات تفتق

In vain the threads of rain keep sending down the clouds,

And the sleeves of plants keep unfolding continuously.

غرسٌ من اللذات غارَ نسيمهُ

فهفا لأثواب الشقيق يشقق

A plantation of delights, whose breeze blew gently,

Ripping the garments of anemones violently.

والبانث يرقص والحمام هواتفٌ

تشدو وأطرافُ الغدير تصفّيق

The iris dances, and the doves are melodies,

Singing, while the edges of the brook clap rhythmically.

والومضُ من خلل السحاب كراية

الملكِ العزيز سناؤها يتألق

And the flashes through the clouds like the banner

Of the mighty King, its brilliance shines luminously.