This is one of the sweetest poems by william wordsworth

The Daffodils ( William Wordsworth (1770-1850))




I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils

يا سندباد العصر
عهد الحب ولى
لن تجد فى القفر لؤلؤة ....
ولن تجد المحار
با سندباد العصر
ارجع لم يعد فى الحب شئ
غير هذا الانتحار
ارجع فان الأرض شاخت
والسنين الخضر .....يأكلها البوار