1. The fountain is a melodious moan of passion
When it complained of heat and its torment

2. Its moan is the murmur of its circulation
And its tears are the water of its conduits

3. As if the spout in its well
Were the passion of kings in their pleasures

4. It splashes water onto a garden
As if it were the feathers of its peacocks

5. As if the cypress trees in it were women
Who rose to strike its bells

6. And the jasmine around it is thought to be
Hands that gestured with their rings

7. The narcissus opened from eyes
Yellowed by its kisses

8. And anemones like the cheeks of desire
Parted after its compression

9. And lilies like disks when they appeared
Their traces in the softness of its touch

10. The raindrops aroused it with their calls
When the clouds scattered them from their purse

11. Its lights play with sights
Like wishes playing with their keys

12. So rejoice in its basil and relax
To the breeze in its familiar basin

13. And this one hides from the senses what
Came with the delicacy of its sensation

14. As if the cupbearer when he stirred it
Struck the flash of lightning from its goblet