أَما وَاِهتِصارِ غُصونِ البَلَس

وَقَد قَلَّصَ الصُبحُ ذَيلَ الغَلَس

The branches of the palm tree stir and sway

As the dawn shortens the train of darkness.

وَمالَ يَسيلُ جَنى شَهدِهِ

كَما سالَ ريقُ حَبيبٍ نَعَس

The ripe dates begin to fall and spill their juice

Like the drooling of a sleepy loved one.

لَقَد ساقَ مِن رائِقِ المُجتَلى

شَهِيَّ الجَنى مُستَطابَ النَفَس

This exquisite, sweet harvest has brought

A pleasurable scent to the garden's breath.

فَهِمتُ لَهُ بِبَياضِ الثُغورِ

وَأَحبَبتُ فيهِ سَوادَ اللَعَس

I deduced its ripeness from the whiteness of the spathes

And grew fond of its blackened dates.