سُوِّغَ بستانيَ البهاءَ فما
قلتُ من القول فيه ينساغُ
My orchard was adorned with beauty unsurpassed
None can describe it but in words outclassed
باغٌ من النَّور كل واحدةٍ
فيه من النور وَحدَها باغ
A garden of pure light each part aglow
With heavenly brilliance to outshine the stars that show
ألوان خيريِّهِ الملوَّن لا
يعدلُ أصباغَهُن أصباغ
Colors of goodness, a wondrous hue
No dyer's skill could ever imbue
خُرَّمُهُ أرؤسٌ مُتَوَّجَةٌ
ما صاغ تيجانَهنَّ صَوَّاغ
Fruit so sublime like crowned heads
No jeweler could fashion their crowns and threads
وإنما وَرْدُهُ الخدودُ له
من ورقاتٍ عليه أصداغ
Roses as cheeks, leaves gentle as skin
As if etched by a lover's hand with care begin
يُريغُ قلبي صنوفَ زينتِهِ
فالطرفُ منه إليه روَّاغ
My heart it ravishes with its every form
My glances magnetized, to it transform
من ذي اصفرارٍ تخاله حُللاً
يصبغها للرياض صبَّاغ
Of saffron robes it seems to don
Dyed by nature's hand, unlike man's own
وذي احمرارٍ كأَنه عَلَمٌ
فيه سوادٌ كأنه داغ
Crimson as flags that ebon ink did launch
As piercing its hue as the blackest smudge
فرغتُ للهو فيه يُسعِدني
عليه مستهترون فُرّاغ
Lost in its beauty, joy it did endue
While heedless ones saw it as nothing new
أربعةٌ كالصقور خامسُنا
أسْوَدُ ملقى كأنه زاغ
Four eagles midst, a raven black in their midst
Perched as if to lunge, beware of its tryst
يمجُّ سلسالةً يُسَلسِلُها
مدغدغٌ للعقول لدّاغ
A chain it proffers, corralling the mind
Tempting senses, a captor unkind
يديرُها ألثغٌ إذا لمعتْ
قال هي النُّوغُ بل هي الناغ
Wielded by a charmer, flashes spellbind
Serpent or flute? None can define
شمسٌ من الحسن لو يُسوِّغنا
من يده السمَّ كان ينساغ
A sun of beauty, if it would allow
Its sweet venom would entice, I avow
تنطقُ ألحاظه ومنطقها
بلاغةٌ كلُّها وإِبلاغ
Eyes that speak, their language beyond compare
Eloquence embodied, truth laid bare
أُسبِغَ كلُّ النعيم فيه ولا
نعيمَ ما لم يَصِلْه إِسباغ
All bliss suffuses its breadth and length
No joy withheld, nothing spared in its strength
