ذاتُ اِرتِجازٍ بِحَنينِ الرَعدِ

ذاتُ اِرتِجازٍ بِحَنينِ الرَعدِ

مَجرورَةُ الذَيلِ صَدوقِ الوَعدِ

مَجرورَةُ الذَيلِ صَدوقِ الوَعدِ

Chanting verse in the plaintive voice of thunder,

A poem of spontaneous composition, yearning like thunder's rumble

Trailing her train, true to her promise,

Dragging its tail, true to its promise

مَسفوحَةُ الدَمعِ لِغَيرِ وَجدِ

مَسفوحَةُ الدَمعِ لِغَيرِ وَجدِ

لَها نَسيمٌ كَنَسيمِ الوَردِ

لَها نَسيمٌ كَنَسيمِ الوَردِ

Pouring out tears, though not from longing.

Eyes overflowing with tears of passion unfulfilled

Her breeze is like the breeze of roses,

A breeze like the fragrance of roses

وَرَنَّةٌ مِثلَ زَئيرِ الأُسدِ

وَرَنَّةٌ مِثلَ زَئيرِ الأُسدِ

وَلَمعُ بَرقٍ كَسُيوفِ الهِندِ

وَلَمعُ بَرقٍ كَسُيوفِ الهِندِ

And her peal like the roar of lions,

A growl like a lion's roar

And her lightning flashes like the swords of India.

Lightning flashes like Indian swords

جاءَت بِها ريحُ الصَبا مِن نَجدِ

جاءَت بِها ريحُ الصَبا مِن نَجدِ

فَاِنتَثَرَت مِثلَ اِنتِثارِ العِقدِ

فَاِنتَثَرَت مِثلَ اِنتِثارِ العِقدِ

The east wind brought her from Najd,

Brought here by a wind from Nejd

Then she scattered like a necklace coming apart.

Scattered like beads off a broken necklace

فَراحَتِ الأَرضُ بِعَيشٍ رَغَدِ

فَراحَتِ الأَرضُ بِعَيشٍ رَغَدِ

مِن وَشيِ أَنوارِ الرُبى في بُردِ

مِن وَشيِ أَنوارِ الرُبى في بُردِ

So the earth enjoyed a life of plenty,

The land lived in ease and plenty

In a mantle embroidered with the blossoms of the hills.

From the radiance of dewdrops in the chill

كَأَنَّما غُدرانُها في الوَهدِ

كَأَنَّما غُدرانُها في الوَهدِ

يَلعَبنَ مِن حَبابِها بِالنَردِ

يَلعَبنَ مِن حَبابِها بِالنَردِ

As though her pools in the hollows

As if its perfumed flowers in the valley

Were playing dice with their bubbles.

Were playing with their petals like dice