قَد فاحَ عِطرُكِ في الفَضاءِ كَأَنَّهُ
سَحرِيُّ لَحنٍ طافَ قُربَ نُعاسِ
Your fragrance has spread through the air, as though it were
a magical melody circling close to my slumber.
هُوَ روحُ موسيقى سَرت في دَوحَةٍ
مِن بَيعَةٍ سِحرِيَّةِ الأَجراسِ
It is the spirit of music, flowing through a grove
from a church whose bells are magical.
وَتَلَألَأَت فَوقَ الصَباحِ عَرائِسٌ
وَتَساقَطَت نَفّاحَةُ الأَنفاسِ
Brides shimmered above the morning
and cascaded down, breathing fragrance.
هَبَطَت بِروحي في ضِرامِ خَيالِها
أَرضُ السَلامِ وَخَدَّرَت إِحساسي
With my soul, into the blaze of its imagining, descended
the Land of Peace, and lulled my senses numb.
Sol 5.6