في جبالِ الهمومِ أنْبتُّ أغصاني

فَرَفّتْ بَيْنَ الصُّخورِ بِجُهْدِ

Upon the mountains of worry, I grew my boughs,

Quivering between the rocks with arduous effort,

وتَغَشَّانيَ الضَّبابُ فأورقتُ

وأزْهَرتُ للعَواصفِ وَحْدي

The mist overwhelmed me, yet I put forth leaves,

And blossomed for the tempests, standing alone,

وتمايلتُ في الظَّلامِ وعَطّرتُ

فَضاءَ الأسى بأنفاسِ وَردي

I swayed in the darkness, diffusing my scent,

Filling the void of sorrow with the breath of my rose,

وبمجدِ الحياةِ والشوقِ غنَّيْتُ

فلم تفهمِ الأعاصيرُ قَصْدي

I sang of the glory of life and of longing,

But the hurricanes did not understand my intent,

ورَمَتْ للوهادِ أفنانيَ الخضْرَ

وظلّتْ في الثَّلْجِ تحفر لَحْدي

They cast my green branches down to the lowlands,

And persisted in the snow, digging my grave,

ومَضتْ بالشَّذى فَقُلتُ ستبني

في مروجِ السَّماءِ بالعِطر مَجْدي

They bore away my fragrance, yet I said: It will build,

In the meadows of the sky, a glory from my perfume,

وتَغَزلْتُ بالرَّبيعِ وبالفجرِ

فماذا ستفعلُ الرّيحُ بعدي

I have courted the spring and the breaking dawn,

So what shall the wind do now that I am gone?