راحٌ كَضَوْءِ شِهابِ

سُلافةُ الأَعْنَابِ

Like the glow of a shooting star,

The smoothness of ripe grapes,

والمزجُ ماءُ غَديرٍ

صَافٍ كَماءِ الشَّبابِ

And the blending of water from a flowing stream

As clear as the water of youth,

لو لَمْ يَكنْ ماءَ مُزْنٍ

لَكانَ لَمْعَ سَرابِ

If it were not real flowing water

It would be a mirage,

كأَنَّهُ جِسْمُ دُرٍّ

عَلَيْهِ دَرْجُ حَبَابِ

As if it were a pearl’s body

With a necklace of bubbles,

يجْري خلالَ حِصِيٍّ

بِيضٍ كَقَطْرِ السَّحابِ

Flowing through white pebbles

As white as raindrops,

كَأَنَّهُ الرّيق يَجْري

على الثَّنايا العِذابِ

As if it were saliva flowing

Over lips of agony.