ومونقةِ الرواد مهتزة الربا

يحاسنُها سارٍ وغاد ورائحُ

With lanterns swaying and travellers thronging its heights

The hillside is visited at eve and dawn.

توقَّد فيها كلما تَلَّعَ الضحى

مصابيحُ تذكو حين تخبو المصابحُ

It has a charm whose lights, the farther seen,

The more they tempt and dazzle as they dawn.

تُضاحك نُوَّاراتُها زهرَاتها

لها أرَج في نافح العطر نافحُ

Its blossoms smile from afar to greet the bee;

A wafting fragrance breathes from where they throng.

إذا مدّها المهموم في صُعدائه

إلى قلبه انساحت عليه الجوانحُ

When by his cares oppressed the seeker climbs

To visit it, down droop on him its boughs.

زجرتُ ثناء الناس ثم انتجعته

ولم يتخالجني سَنيح وبارحُ

I shunned men's praises and escaped their blame.

My censurers now no more afflict my ears.