وَقَد غَشِيَ النَبتُ بَطحاءَهُ

كَبَدوِ العِذارِ بِخَدٍّ أَسيلِ

The grass has covered its plains

Like cheeks moist with flowing tears

وَقَد وَلَّتِ الشَمسُ مُحتَثَّةً

إِلى الغَربِ بِطَرفٍ كَحيلِ

And the sun has turned away hastily

To the west with a sleepy eye

كَأَنَّ سَناها عَلى نَهرِهِ

بَقايا نَجيعٍ بِسَيفٍ صَقيلِ

As if its teeth on the river

Are the remnants of an army with polished swords