وَرَوض يَجول الماء تَحتَ ظِلالِهِ

كَأيم مروع أَو حُسام مجرد

A garden where water flows beneath its shade

Like a frightened owl or a polished sword

يَلوح بِهِ قاني الشَقيق وَقد حَكى

لَواحظ مَخمور كَحلن بِأَثمَد

With which the rose seller etched

The eyes of an intoxicated gazelle

وَيَهمي بِهِ قَطر النَدا فَتَخالَهُ

مُبَدد عقد في فِراش زمرد

And with which the drops of dew seemed

Like scattered pearls on an emerald carpet

وَرَيحانَهُ الغَض الشَهي كَأَنَّهُ

مبادي عذار لاحَ في خَد أَغيَد

And its tender greenery is as though it were

The cheeks of a maiden lit up in the glow of youth

سَقاني بِهِ راح الرِضاب مُهفهف

فَرُحت بِها لا أُفرق اليَوم مَن غَد

The morning breeze intoxicated me with its fragrance

On that day I lost all sense of yesterday or tomorrow

وَبت أَظن الجلنار بِدَوحِهِ

نُجوم عَقيق في سَماءِ زَبَرجَد

And I imagined the fireflies in its groves

Were rubies glittering in a sky of aquamarine

إِلى أَن بَدَت شَمس النَهار كَأَنَّها

مجن كميّ قَد تَحلى بِعَسجَد

Until the sun rose like

A veiled bride adorned with sapphires