هَبَّ النَّسيمُ وَماءُ النَهرِ يَطَّرِدُ

وَنارُ شَوقِي في الأَحشاءِ تَتَّقِدُ

The breeze blew and the river's water flowed

While my flame of passion in my chest glowed

فَصاغَ مِن مائِهِ دِرعاً مُفَضَّضَةً

وَزادَ قَلبِيَ وَقداً لِلَّذي يَجِدُ

So it formed from its water an armored coat

And fueled my heart, preparing it for what's ahead

وَإِنَّما شَبَّ أَحشَائِي لِحاجَتِهِ

إِذ لَيسَ دونَ لَهيبٍ يُصنَعُ الزَّرَدُ

For my insides caught fire only for its need

Since no aquamarine is made without heated lead