ناعورة أنَّة أَنِينَ الهوى

لمَّا شكت حَرَّ وساويسها

The fountain is a melodious moan of passion

When it complained of heat and its torment

أنينها صَرَّةُ تدويرها

ودمعها ماء قواديسِها

Its moan is the murmur of its circulation

And its tears are the water of its conduits

كأنما الكيزان في بِئرِها

هامُ ملوكٍ في نواوِيسِها

As if the spout in its well

Were the passion of kings in their pleasures

تَقذِف بالماء إلى روضةٍ

كأنها ريش طواويسِها

It splashes water onto a garden

As if it were the feathers of its peacocks

كأنما السَرْوُ بها نِسْوة

قامت إلى قرعِ نواقيسِها

As if the cypress trees in it were women

Who rose to strike its bells

ويُحسب الخَشخاشُ مِن حولها

يدا أشارت بدبابِيسها

And the jasmine around it is thought to be

Hands that gestured with their rings

وانفتح النرجِس عن أعين

مصفرَّةِ الأحداقِ من بُوسها

The narcissus opened from eyes

Yellowed by its kisses

وأُقحوانٍ كثغور المَهَى

مفترَّةٍ من بعد تعبِيسها

And anemones like the cheeks of desire

Parted after its compression

وسَوْسَنٍ كالقَرْصِ لمَّا بدت

آثاره في لِينِ ملموسها

And lilies like disks when they appeared

Their traces in the softness of its touch

نَبَّههُ القَطْر بأندائِه

إذ نثرتْهُ السُّحْبُ من كِيسها

The raindrops aroused it with their calls

When the clouds scattered them from their purse

تلعب بالأبصار أنوارُها

لِعْب الأمانِي بِمفاليسها

Its lights play with sights

Like wishes playing with their keys

فرُحْ على رَيْحانها واسترِح

للرّاحِ في دَوْحة مأنوسها

So rejoice in its basil and relax

To the breeze in its familiar basin

وهاتِها يخفى على الحِسّ ما

جاءت به رِقّةُ محسوسها

And this one hides from the senses what

Came with the delicacy of its sensation

كأنما الساقي إذا حثَّها

يقدح لمعَ البرق في كُوسها

As if the cupbearer when he stirred it

Struck the flash of lightning from its goblet