عَمَّ الْحَيَا وَاسْتَنَّتِ الْجَدَاوِلُ

وَفَاضَتِ الْغُدْرَانُ وَالْمَنَاهِلُ

The life flourished and the streams gushed

And the springs overflowed and the ponds filled

وَازَّيَّنَتْ بِنَوْرِهَا الْخَمَائِلُ

وَغَرَّدَتْ فِي أَيْكِهَا الْبَلابِلُ

Adorned with its light are the beautiful maidens

And the bulbuls chirped in their bowers

وَشَمِلَ الْبِقَاعَ خَيْرٌ شَامِلُ

فَصَفْحَةُ الأَرْضِ نَبَاتٌ خَائِلُ

Goodness has spread over the land

And the face of earth is verdant

وَجَبْهَةُ الْجَوِّ غَمَامٌ حَافِلُ

وَبَيْنَ هَذَيْنِ نَسِيمٌ حَائِلُ

And the sky's brow is laden with clouds

Between the two blows a separating wind

تَنْدَى بِهِ الأَسْحَارُ وَالأَصَائِلُ

كَأَنَّمَا النَّبَاتُ بَحْرٌ هَائِلُ

With it the dawns and the evenings dew

As if the vegetation is a vast ocean

وَلَيْسَ إِلَّا الأَكَمَاتِ سَاحِلُ

وَشَامِخُ الدَّوْحِ سَفِينٌ جَافِلُ

And the hills are nothing but its coast

And the lofty palms are sailing ships

مُعْتَدِلٌ طَوْراً وَطَوْرَاً مَائِلُ

تَهْفُو بِهِ الْجَنُوبُ وَالشَّمَائِلُ

Inclining now this way, now that way

Swayed by the south winds and the breezes

وَالْبَاسِقَاتُ الشُّمَّخُ الْحَوَامِلُ

مَشْمُورَةٌ عَنْ سُوقِهَا الذَّلاذِلُ

And the tall and mighty trees

Famous for their long and trailing branches

مَلْوِيَّةٌ فِي جِيدِهَا الْعَثَاكِلُ

مَعْقُودَةٌ فِي رَأْسِهَا الْفَلائِلُ

Winding at their stems and flexuous

Clustered at their heads are the tresses

لِلْبُسْرِ فِيهَا قَانِئٌ وَنَاصِلُ

مُخَضَّبٌ كَأَنَّهُ الأَنَامِلُ

Among them the ripe dates have stalks and clusters

Red as if they were fingers

كَأَنَّهُ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ قَنَادِلُ

مِنَ الْعَرَاجِينِ لَهَا سَلاسِلُ

As though of gold pieces were the pendants

With silver chains binding them

لِلْمَنْجَنُونِ بَيْنَهَا أَزَامِلُ

تَخَالُهَا مَحْزُونَةً تُسَائِلُ

Among them are fruits in dense clusters

You'd imagine them sad, questioning

لَهَا دُمُوعٌ ذُرَّفٌ هَوَامِلُ

كَأَنَّهَا أُمُّ بَنِينَ ثَاكِلُ

With flowing tears welling from within

As if a mother bereft of children

فِي جِيدِهَا مِنْ ضَفْرِهَا حَبَائِلُ

مِنَ الْقَوَادِيسِ لَهَا جَلاجِلُ

In their plaits, of their braids are coils

For them are anklets of golden bells

تَدُورُ كَالشُّهْبِ لَهَا مَنَازِلُ

فَصَاعِدٌ وَدَافِقٌ وَنَازِلُ

Revolving like meteors, fixed are their stations

Some ascending, others falling and others low

وَالْمَاءُ مَا بَيْنَ الْغِيَاضِ سَائِلُ

تَحْنُو عَلى شُطَانِهِ الْغَيَاطِلُ

And the water amid the meadows is flowing

Sheltered by its banks, the ripplets

كَأَنَّهَا حَوَائِمٌ نَوَاهِلُ

وَالطَّيْرُ فِي أَفْنَانِهَا هَوَادِلُ

As if pregnant she-camels kneeling down to rest

And the birds in its branches warbling

تَزْهُو بِهَا الأَسْحَارُ وَالأَصَائِلُ

فَانْهَضْ إِلَى نَيْلِ الْمُنَى يَا غَافِلُ

At dawn and eve making them brilliant

So rise to attain your wishes, O oblivious one

وَانْعَمْ فَأَيَّامُ الصِّبَا قَلائِلُ

وَالْمَرْءُ فِي الدُّنْيَا خَيَالٌ زَائِلُ

For the days of youth are few

Man in this world is a vanishing mirage

وَالدَّهْرُ لِلإِنْسَانِ يَوْمَاً آكِلُ

وَكُلُّ شَيءٍ فِي الزَّمَانِ بَاطِلُ

And time for man is ever consuming

And all things in time are unreal