أَرَى شَجراتِ الدارِ خُضراً ولا أَرى

سِوى شَجراتِ الدارِ شَيئاً تَرَوَّحُ

I see the green trees of the abode, and see

Naught but the trees of the abode refreshing

أَمِن أَجلِ أَن حلَّت إِلَيكُنَّ وانتَدَت

بُثينَةُ يَندى غُصنُكُنَّ الملَوَّحُ

Is it because Buthaina came to you and leaned

Against your salty branch that is dewy?