وَعَشِيَّةٍ مَا كَانَ آنَقَ حُسْنُهَا

تَبَلَتْ فُؤَادِي بِالسَّنَا الْوَضَّاحِ

In the evening when her beauty was unmatched

Many an evening—how exquisitely elegant was its beauty—

My heart was pierced by the bright spear

Consumed my heart with its brilliant, radiant glow,

خَلَعَتْ عَلَى الْبُسْتَانِ حُلَّةَ عَسْجَدٍ

نَدَبَتْ حَلِيفَ الْوَجْدِ لِلْأَفْرَاحِ

She cast upon the garden a dress of tranquility

It draped the garden in a mantle of gold,

Calling the confidant of passion to rejoice

Summoning the ally of longing to joyous delights.

فَلِذَا الْغُصُونُ تَمَايَلَتْ وَتَعانَقَتْ

طَرَباً بِشَدْوِ بَلاَبِلِ الأَدْواحِ

So the branches swayed and embraced

And so the branches swayed and embraced each other,

Enraptured by the nightingales' melody

In rapture at the warbling of nightingales in the great trees.