وَمُهَدَّلِ الشَطَّينِ تَحسَبُ أَنَّهُ

مُتَسَيِّلٌ مِن دُرَّةٍ لِصَفائِهِ

The slacker of the two banks you'd think it is

Flowing from a pearl such is its clarity

فاءَت عَلَيهِ مَعَ الهَجيرَةِ سَرحَةٌ

صَدِئَت لِفَيئَتِها صَفيحَةُ مائِهِ

Then a herd descended drinking from it

Tarnishing the sheen of its water's purity

فَتَراهُ أَزرَقَ في غُلالَةِ سُمرَةٍ

كَالدارِعِ اِستَلقى بِظِلِّ لِوائِهِ

So it became bluish in the shade's darkness

Like a knight reclined beneath his banner's shadow