أَلا ياحَبَّذا ضَحِكُ الحُمَيّا

بِحانَتِها وَقَد عَبَسَ المَساءُ

How wonderful is the laughter of the doves

In their haunts when evening has frowned

وَأَدهَمَ مِن جِيادِ الماءِ مُهرٍ

تَنازَعُ جُلَّهُ ريحٌ رَخاءُ

And from steeds of water a dusky colt

Is disputed by a soft wind all over its body

إِذا بَدَتِ الكَواكِبُ فيهِ غَرقى

رَأَيتَ الأَرضَ تَحسُدُها السَماءُ

When the stars appear drowned in it

You see the earth envied by the sky