جَاذَبَتْ نَسْمَةُ الصَّباحِ رِدائي

عَبَثاً جَدَّ في الهوى مِنهُ دَائي

The morning breeze pulled at my cloak

In vain; my love is still filled with sorrow

وأَذاعَتْ سِرَّ الرِّياضِ وَهَلْ يُكْتَ

سمُ بَينَ النَّسِيمِ والآنَاءِ

It spread the secret of the garden - could it be told

Between the soft wind and the vessels?

بَاكَرَتْها غَمامةٌ شَقّتِ الجَيْ

بَ وجَادَتْ بِدَمعةِ الثَّكْلاءِ

A small cloud split the mountains

And brought forth the tear of a bereaved woman

فَثُغُورُ الكِمامِ ذاتُ ابتسامٍ

وَجُفُونُ الغَمامِ ذَاتُ بُكاءِ

The smiles behind the veils

And the crying from the eyes of the clouds