سَلْ طَائِراً فِي جَنَّةٍ

غَنَّاءَ فَائِحةِ العَبِيرْ

Ask a bird in a garden

A singing nightingale with fragrant scent

يَلْهُو وَيَمْرَحُ هَائِئاً

بَيْنَ الخمَائِلِ فِي حُبُورْ

Playing and frolicking, fluttering

Amongst the vine leaves in the courtyard

مُتَخَيراً حُلْوَ الجَنَى

أَو ناقِراً صَفْوَ الغَدِيرْ

Choosing the garden’s sweetest fruits

Or pecking the clearest water

آناً يَقِرُّ مُنَاغِياً

فِي الأَيْكِ شَادِيَة الطُّيُورْ

Sometimes cooing softly

Amongst the branches where birds dwell

وَيَهُبُّ آناً سَائِراً

فِي الجَوِّ مُخْتَلَفَ المَسِيرْ

And at times swiftly soaring

Through the air taking different paths

فَإِذا وَنَى سَكَنَ الهَوَا

ءُ يَهزُّهُ هَزَّ السَّرِيرْ

When it lands, the air calms

Shaking it like a cradle rocks

وَإِذا تَدافَعَ ضاءَ تَحْ

تَ جَناحِهِ مَوْجُ الأَثِير

And when it flaps under its wings

Stirs the wave of ether

ما حصنه ممن يصيد

وأمنه مما يضير

Neither its fortress saves it from the hunter

Nor its refuge from what harms