قد تنبهت من النو

م وأصحابي هجود

I awoke at dawn

while my friends slept

سحراً حيث نسيم ال

روض معتلٌّ برود

in the magic hour when the garden breeze

blew its refreshing coolness

والدجى خيمة شعر

تحتها الصبح عمود

and the darkness was a tent of hair

beneath which the dawn was a pillar

وعلى الهبات طفل ال

غصن يمضي ويعود

and on the branches a child,

the bough, went to and fro

قلت في نفسيَ هذا

زمن الشعر السعيد

I said to myself: this

is the time of happy poetry