للَّهِ عَهْدٌ لِلرُّصافَةِ سالِفٌ

يَصِفُ الشَّبيبَةَ وَهيَ فِي رَيْعانِها

God has a covenant with sincerity from long ago

It describes youth while in its prime

أَبْقَى بِقَلبِي لَوْعَةً لَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ

يَسْقِيهِ مَاءٌ ذَابَ مِنْ نِيرَانِها

My heart would hold a burning anguish, if not

Watered with what melted from its fires

يا شَوقَ أَحْداقِي هَفَتْ لِحَدائِقٍ

تُفْضِي جَداوِلُها إِلَى غُدرَانِها

O longing of my eyes that yearned for gardens

Whose streams flow to its valleys

كَالأُمَّهاتِ أَوَتْ إِلَى أَطْفَالِها

فَرَمَت عَلَيْها الرِّزْقَ مِنْ قُمصَانِها

Like mothers who incline towards their children

Bestowing on them sustenance from their shirts