حَيَّتك عنَّا شمالٌ طاف طائفُها

بجنة فَجَّرَتْ رَوحاً ورَيْحانا

Your greeting brought to us a north wind, circling

Around a garden, awakening its spirit and basil.

هَبَّتْ سُحَيْراً فناجى الغُصنُ صاحبَه

مُوَسوساً وتنادَى الطيرُ إعلانا

It blew gently, so the branch whispered to its friend

Murmuring, and the birds called out joyfully.

وُرْقٌ تَغَنَّى على خُضْرٍ مُهَدَّلةٍ

تَسْمو بها وتشمُّ الأرضَ أحيانا

Leaves sang over lush green meadows

Rising up, perfuming the earth at times.

تخالُ طائرَها نشوانَ من طربٍ

والغُصنَ مِن هَزِّهِ عِطْفَيْهِ نَشوانا

You'd think its bird was drunk with rapture,

And its swaying branch also drunk with rapture.