إِذا جَمادى مَنَعَت قِطرَها

زانَ جَناني عَطنٌ مُغضَفِ

When the clouds withhold their rain

My garden is filled with a musty dampness

مُعرَورِفٌ أَسبَلَ جُبَّارَهُ

أَسوَدُ كَالغابَةِ مُغدَودِفِ

Overgrown and unkempt it spills over

As black as the woods, darkened and obscured

يَزخَرُ في أَقطارِهِ مُغدِقٌ

بِجَما فَتيِهِ الشوعَ وَالغِريَفِ

It teems across its expanse, overflowing

With the exuberance and vivacity of its youth