سَلامٌ كَأَنفَاسِ الصَّبا مَسَتِ الرُّبى

بأَذيالِها فاسْتيقَظتْ أَعيُنُ الزَّهْرِ

A peace like the breezes of morning has touched the meadows

With its hems, so the eyes of the flowers have awakened

وَغَضَّ لها كالنَّرْجِسِ الفضيّ نَاظِرٌ

يُكَفْكِفُ في أَجفانهِ أَدْمُعَ القَطْرِ

And like silver narcissi their gazes have softened

Blinking tears of dew from their lids as they glisten

وَقَبّلَ خَدَّ الوَرْدِ وَهْوَ بِكُمَّهِ

أَقَاحٍ ومِن دَمْعِ الحَيا بَاسِمُ الثَّغْرِ

Kissing the cheek of the rose whose mouth in its bloom

Is fresh, and is moist from the tear of vitality

وَقَد أَظهرَ النَّمّامُ سِرَّ هَواهُما

وليس مع النّمّام سِتْر على سرِّ

The whisperer has unveiled the secret of their love

For the whisperer keeps no veil on a secret

ولؤلؤُ طلٍّ لاحَ في كلِّ زهرةٍ

ما لاحَ عِقْدٌ مِن فَتاةٍ علَى نَحْرِ

Pearls of dew have appeared on every flower

Like a necklace adorning a maiden’s neck

وَقَامَ خَطِيبُ الرَّعْدِ بَينَ مَلابسٍ

من السُّحْبِ سُودٍ فانبرَى دَمعُها يَجرِى

And the orator of thunder stood between robes

Of black clouds, so their tears began flowing