وَخَلَا الذُّبَابُ بِهَا فَلَيْسَ بِبَارِحٍ غَرِدًا كَفِعْلِ الشَّارِبِ الْمُتَرَنِّمِ
Flies are alone in the meadow and do not leave it; they hum melodiously, like a drinker singing in high spirits.
Gharidan evokes cheerful or melodic sound. After describing the fragrance of the meadow, the poet engages hearing as well: even the buzzing of flies becomes musical.