وَصَقيلَةِ الأَنوارِ تَلوي عِطفَها

ريحٌ تَلُفُّ فُروعُها مِعطارُ

The polish of lights winds its arm,

A breeze wraps its branches fragrantly.

عاطى بِها الصَهباءَ أَحوى أَحوَرٌ

سَحّابُ أَذيالِ السُرى سَحّارُ

It gave the gray dawn a more beautiful dawn,

Clouds, trains of fates, a conjurer.

وَالنورُ عِقدٌ وَالغُصونُ سَوالِفٌ

وَالجِذعُ زَندٌ وَالخَليجُ سِوارُ

The light is a necklace and the branches tales,

The trunk, a belt and the bay, a bracelet.

بِحَديقَةٍ ظَلَّ اللِمى ظِلّاً بِها

وَتَطَلَّعَت شَنَباً بِها الأَنوارُ

In a garden, the shade of palms cast a shadow,

And the lights gazed at it through palm leaves.

رَقَصَ القَضيبُ بِها وَقَد شَرِبَ الثَرى

وَشَدا الحَمامُ وَصَفَّقَ التَيّارُ

The rod danced in it, and the ground drank,

The doves lined up and the currents clapped.

غَنّاءَ أَلحَفَ عِطفَها الوَرَقُ النَدي

وَاِلتَفَّ في جَنَباتِها النُوّارُ

The singing leaves wound its arm, the flexible stalks,

And the illuminations curled up at its sides.

فَتَطَلَّعَت في كُلِّ مَوقِعِ لَحظَةٍ

مِن كُلِّ غُصنٍ صَفحَةٌ وَعِذارُ

It looked from every vantage point, every moment

Like pages and flowers from each branch.