وَرَوْضٍ عَنْ صَنِيْعِ الغَيْثِ رَاضٍ

كَمَا رَضِيَ الصَّدِيْقُ عَنِ الصَّدِيْقِ

A meadow pleased by the rain's handiwork

As a friend is pleased by a friend

إِذَا مَا الْقَطْرُ أَسْعَدَهُ صَبُوحَاً

أَتَمَّ لَهُ الصَّنِيْعَةَ فِي الغَبُوقِ

When morning showers make it joyous

It perfects its adornment in the mist

يُعِيْرُ الرِّيْحَ بِالنَّفَحَاتِ رِيْحَاً

كَأَنَّ ثَرَاهُ مِنْ مِسْكٍ سَحِيْقِ

It mocks the wind with breezes

As though its flowers were pure musk

كَأَنَّ الطَّلَّ مُنْتَثِرَاً عَلَيْهِ

بَقَايَا الدَّمْعِ فِي خَدِّ المَشُوقِ

As though the dew were scattered upon it

Remnants of tears on a lover's cheek

كَأَنَّ غُصُونَهُ سُقِيَتْ رَحِيْقَاً

فَمَاسَتَ مِيْسَ شُرَّابِ الرَّحِيْقِ

As though its branches were watered with wine

That rivaled the drink of the pure

كَأَنَّ شَقَائِقَ النُّعْمَانِ فِيْهِ

مُخَضَّرَةً كُؤُوسٌ مِنْ عَقِيْقِ

As though the anemones within it

Were blossoms of emerald in goblets

كَأَنَّ النَّرْجِسَ البَرِّيَّ فِيْهِ

مَدَاهِنُ مِنْ لُجَيْنٍ لِلْخَلُوقِ

As though the wild narcissi in it

Were kisses of clay for the creation

يُذَكِّرُنِي بَنَفْسَجُهُ بَقَايَا

صَنِيْعِ اللَّطْمِ فِي الخَدِّ الرَّقِيْقِ

Its violets remind me

Of the art of moisture on a delicate cheek