وأنتَ ابتدعتَ لناعورتينِ

بدائعَ أَعيت فما تُوصفُ

You created for us two fountains

With wonders beyond all description

هُما ضرّتانِ كمثلِ يَدَيكَ

إذا جارتا والحيا مُغدفُ

Two pools like your hands

When they flow, alive stirs

كأنّهما منكبا يَدبُلِ

ولكنّ يَذبُلَ لا يدلُفُ

As if they were shoulders rising

Yet they wither, not gather

كأنّهما هيبةٌ في العُيو

نِ منك فتُغضي ولا تطرُفُ

As if they were awe in caves

From you, so they frown and don't wink

كأنّهما صاحبا غِلظةٍ

وبينهما عاشقٌ ملطفُ

As if they were stern companions

Between them a gentle lover

فمن هذِهِ صولةٌ تُستَراب

ومن هذه يحلُمُ الأحنفُ

So from this one, ferocity is doubted

And from this, the meek dreams

كأنّ الشفانينَ والمفصحات

منَ الطّيرِ فوقهما تهتفُ

As if the nightingales and songstresses

Above them, twitter

وخافَت على مُحدثاتِ الثّمارِ

إذا النّهرُ عن سقيها يضعفُ

And the fruits' conversationalists feared

When the river weakens to water them

فمدّت إلى أرضها ثديَها

مع السدِّ فَهوَ الذي يرشفُ

So she stretched her breasts to her land

With the dam, as it sprinkles

وبينهُما مجلسٌ للملوكِ

بهِ من عزازتهِ يُحلفُ

And between them a seat for kings

By it, they swear by its glory

على قاعهِ لُجّةٌ من رخامِ

يُغرّقُ فيها ولا يتلفُ

On its floor, smooth marble

Floods it, and doesn't wear away

يلذّونَ من طلّها بِرشاشٍ

يفيقُ بهِ الهائمُ المدنفُ

They enjoy its dripping with sprinkling

Waking the drowsy wanderer

ويُبطىءُ كالطّائر المستديرِ

عليهم ولكنّهُ يكنفُ

And it hovers slowly like a circling bird

Over them, but shields them

فليسَ يشكّونَ من لينهِ

بأنّ نثائرهُ تندفُ

So they don't complain of its softness

That its ripples drift away