1. مَا جُرّدَ مِنْ مَعَاطِفِ الأغْصَانِ

    ثَوبُ الوَرَقِ

    Never from the curves of the boughs was stripped

    the robe of leaves,

  2. إلاَّ وَبَكَتْ بِدَمْعِهَا الهَتَّانِ

    عَيْنُ الأفُقِ

    but there wept with its streaming tears

    the eye of the horizon.