واقِفَةٌ بِلا تَعَبْ

تَشْكُو مِنَ الصَّبِّ لَهَبْ

Standing without fatigue

Complaining of passion's flame

كَأَنَّها فِي حُسْنِها

وَقَدْ أَتَيْنَ بِالْعَجَبْ

As if in her beauty

We were filled with wonder

فَوّارَةٌ مِن فِضَّةٍ

تَمُجُّ ماءً مِنْ ذَهَبْ

A fountain of silver

Gushing forth golden water