وَخَميلَةٍ قَد أَخمَلَت سِربالَها

كَفّا صَناعٍ تَستَهِلُّ هَتونِ

A lovely one has let down her cloak,

Like the making of a skilled artist unraveling silk.

طَوَتِ السُرى وَالبَرقُ سَوطٌ خافِقٌ

بِيَدِ الدُجى وَالريحُ ظَهرُ أَمونِ

The Pleiades have inclined to the west, and the lightning is a wavering torch

In the hand of the darkness, and the wind is a spreading carpet.

بُشرى تَهادى في وِشاحٍ مُذهَبٍ

قَلِقٍ وَتَسحَبُ مِن ذُيولٍ جونِ

Good news sways in a gilded mantle,

Agitated, dragging its train of moons.

طَبَعَت عَلى النُوّارِ بيضَ دَراهِمٍ

مَدَّت إِلَيكَ بِها بَنانُ غُصونِ

It stamped white coins on the boughs,

And stretched out to you with it the fingers of branches.

فَرَفَلتُ حَيثُ تَعَثَّرت بي نَشوَةٌ

في ثَوبِ وَشيٍ لِلرَبيعِ مَصونِ

So I fluttered about where rapture stumbled against me,

In the garment of a spring kept hidden.

وَالأَرضُ تَسفُرُ عَن وُجوهِ مَحاسِنٍ

بيضٍ وَتَنظُرُ عَن عُيونٍ عينِ

And the earth reveals the faces of its beauties,

White, and looks with eyes of fountains.