وَصُفْرٍ مِنْ بَنَاتِ النَّحْلِ تُكْسَى

بَوَاطِنُهَا وَأَظْهُرُهَا عَوَارِي

Clothed in saffron are the interiors and exteriors of the daughters of bees

Maidens bursting from the heights

عَذَارَى يُفْتَضَضْنَ مِنَ الأَعَالِي

إِذَا افْتُضَّتْ مِنَ السُّفْلِ العَذَاري

When the maidens burst from below

And no lights do they produce until

وَلَيْسَتْ تُنْتِجُ الأَضْوَاءَ حَتَّى

تُلَقَّحُ فِي ذَوَائِبِهَا بِنَارِ

Pollinated in their curves with fire

Like stars of oral tradition falling silent about you

كَوَاكِبُ لَسْنَ عَنْكَ بِآفِلاَتٍ

إِذَا مَا أَشْرَقَتْ شَمْسُ العُقَارِ

When the sun of the Pleiades rises

I sent it to a generous king

بَعَثْتُ بِهَا إِلَى مَلِكٍ كَرِيْمٍ

شَرِيْفِ الأَصْلِ مَحْمُودِ النِّجَارِ

Noble of origin, praised of carpentry

So I gifted illumination through it to one whose

فَأَهْدَيْتُ الضِّيَاءَ بَهَا إِلَى مَنْ

مَحَاسِنَهُ تُضِيءُ لِكُلِّ سَارِي

Beauties give light to every firmament