والأرضُ عاطرةُ النّواحي غضّةٌ

والأرضُ عاطرةُ النّواحي غضّةٌ

خضراءُ في ثوب أغرَّ جديدِ

خضراءُ في ثوب أغرَّ جديدِ

And the earth is fragrant in its reaches, fresh and tender,

The land, its corners fragrant, is verdant,

Green in a radiant new robe.

Green in a dress of finest new weave,

والماءُ تدفعُهُ إليكَ مثاعبٌ

والماءُ تدفعُهُ إليكَ مثاعبٌ

شتّى من الميثاءِ والجُلمُودِ

شتّى من الميثاءِ والجُلمُودِ

And the water is driven toward you by channels,

And the brooks push to you their rapids,

Of many kinds, from soft ground and solid rock.

Diverse, from the clear pools and still deeps,

صافٍ على صفةِ المها ومذاقُه

صافٍ على صفةِ المها ومذاقُه

شَهدٌ فخُذ من طيِّبٍ وبَرودِ

شَهدٌ فخُذ من طيِّبٍ وبَرودِ

Clear as crystal, and its taste

Pure in its essence and its taste is sweetness—

Is honey; so partake of what is pleasant and cool.

Take of goodness and coolness your fill.

ملأ التِّلاع فأقبلت وكانّها

ملأ التِّلاع فأقبلت وكانّها

هجماتُ حيّاتٍ ذوات حقُودِ

هجماتُ حيّاتٍ ذوات حقُودِ

It filled the gullies, and they surged forward, as though

The wadis brimmed over. I came, and they were

Onslaughts of spiteful snakes.

Like strikes of snakes endowed with great necks.

تنحو إلى حال الغطيطِ ورُبّما

تنحو إلى حال الغطيطِ ورُبّما

زَأرت فتسمعها زئيرَ أسودِ

زَأرت فتسمعها زئيرَ أسودِ

They verge on snoring, and sometimes

They tend toward murmurous complaint, and sometimes

They roar, so you hear in them the roar of lions.

Snarl—you’d hear them roar like a black lion,

وَتُثيرُ طافيةَ الحصى فكأنّها

وَتُثيرُ طافيةَ الحصى فكأنّها

ولت على الساعاتِ فَهمَ بليد

ولت على الساعاتِ فَهمَ بليد

And they stir up the floating pebbles, as though they

And the eddies stirring the pebbles, it’s as if

Had put a dullard’s mind in charge of the hours.

They had attacked the hours, dull and stunned.