غدوتُ على زَهْرِ الرياضِ مُسَلِّماً

وقد سَفَرَتْ عن أوجهٍ فيه مُسْفِرَهْ

I went out at dawn into the garden of meadows

When the unveiled faces in it had already set out on a journey

فلم أرَ كالخيريِّ فيما رأَيتُهُ

إذا ما تغَشَّتْ صفرةُ الشمس أصفره

I did not see anyone there as virtuous as my friend

When the yellowness of the sun donned its yellow mantle

وقد أصبحتْ أطرافُهُ في محبَّبٍ

من الطلِّ يحكي منه أطراف إِسْوِرَه

And its edges were clothed in what was pleasing

Of dew, resembling the fringes of his bracelets