أُنظُر إِلى زَهرِ الرَبيعِ
وَالماءِ في بِرَكِ البَديعِ
Look at the flower of spring
And the water in the pond of splendor
وَإِذا الرِياحُ جَرَت عَلَي
هِ في الذَهابِ وَفي الرُجوعِ
And when the winds blow upon it
In going and in returning
جَرَّت عَلى بيضِ الصَفا
ئِحِ بَينَنا حَلَقَ الدُروعِ
They blew on the whiteness of pages
Between us the coats of mail rattled