أَدِرها عَلى أَمنٍ فَما ثَمَّ مِن باسِ

وَإِن حَدَّدَت آذانَها وَرَقُ الآس

Turn her safely, for no evil dwells in her light,

Though her ears are adorned and the myrtle entwined.

وَما هِيَ إِلّا ضاحِكاتُ غَمائِمٍ

لِواعِبُ مِن وَمضِ البروق بِمِقباس

She is only laughing clouds on a rainy day,

Playful flashes of lightning with delicate measure.

وَوَفدُ رِياحٍ زَعزَعَ النَهرَ مُدَّةً

كَما وَطِئَت دِرعاً سَنابِكُ أَفراس

A procession of winds shook the river for a while,

As horses’ hooves beat on coats of mail.