وَمائِسَةٍ تُزهى وَقَد خَلَعَ الحَيا

عَلَيها حُلىً حُمراً وَأَردِيَةً خُضرا

A feast beautifully adorned now that summer’s come

Wearing red jewels and green robes

يَذوبُ لَها ريقُ الغَمامَةِ فِضَّةً

وَيَجمُدُ في أَعطافِها ذَهَباً نَضرا

The clouds' spittle melts into silver

And freezes into fresh green gold on her shoulders