الراحُ يَجلوها غَزالٌ أَغيَدُ

في رَوضَةٍ أَغصانُها تَتَأَوَّدُ

The breeze makes it sway, a slender gazelle

In a garden where branches gently bend

فَاِشرَب عَلى الماءِ الَّذي هُوَ فِضَّةق

مِن ذَلِكَ الماءِ الَّذي هُوَ عَسجَدُ

So drink from the silver water there

From that sweet water, pure and cool

فَكَأَنَّما شَرَفُ الأَقاحي لُؤلُؤٌ

وَكَأَنَّما عُمُدُ الغُصونِ زَبَرجَدُ

As if the meadowflowers were pearls

And the boughs were columns of emerald