شَرِبْنا عَلَى النَّهْرِ لَمَّا بَدَا

بِمَوْجٍ يَزِيدُ وَلا يَنْقُصُ

We drank by the river when it began

With a wave that grew but did not abate

كَأَنَّ تَكَاثُفَ أَمْواجِهِ

مَعَاطِفُ جَارِيَةٍ تَرْقُصُ

As if the crowding of its waves

Were the cloaks of a dancing maid