يا حُسنَ نَهرٍ وَالزّهور تَناثَرَت

تَطفو عَلَيهِ وَإِنّ فاهُ باسِمُ

Oh beauty of a river as flowers are scattered

Floating upon it, though its mouth smiles

لَمّا تَزَوَّجَ بِالصَّبا فَرحاً بِهِ

نَثَرَت عَلَيهِ مِنَ الغُصونِ دَراهِمُ

When it was wed to the morning breeze happily

It scattered upon it from the branches its pearls