وصبيحةٍ باكرتُها في فتيةٍ

أَضحتْ لكلِّ نَفيسةٍ كالأنفس

In the dawn I awoke to youthfulness

It became for every precious soul like souls themselves

والليلُ قد وَلَّى بعَبْسِة راحلٍ

والصبحُ قد وافَى بِبشْرِ مُعَرِّس

And the night has turned with the frown of one departing

And the morn has come with the glad tidings of one adorned

والصبحُ قد أخفَى النجومَ كأنه

سَيْلٌ يفيض على حديقةِ نرجس

And the morn has concealed the stars as though

A torrent pouring over a garden of narcissus