أوَ ما ترى الأطيار في أَشجارها

أوَ ما ترى الأطيار في أَشجارها

كمُغرّدٍ قد دبَّ فيه شرابَّ

كمُغرّدٍ قد دبَّ فيه شرابَّ

Do you not see the birds in their trees,

Do you not see the birds in their trees

Like a singer through whom wine has crept?

Chirping as though drunk on wine?

وكأنَّ معتلَّ النسيم تحيَّةٌ

وكأنَّ معتلَّ النسيم تحيَّةٌ

وكأَنَّما أغصانُها أَحباب

وكأَنَّما أغصانُها أَحباب

And as though the languid breeze were a greeting,

And as though the gentle breeze offers greeting

And as though their branches were dear friends.

And as though their branches are loved ones