فيها مَجالسُ مثلُ الحورِ قَد فُرِشَت

فيها الرِّياضُ وَلَم يحلل بِها مَطرُ

In it are gatherings like maidens who recline

On carpets though no rain has moistened the meadows

إِلى سُطوحٍ تَرى إِفريزها شَرِقاً

مثلَ المَرائي يُرى في مائِها الصُّورُ

Onto terraces you see its tiles glistening eastwards

Like mirrors in whose reflection forms appear

كَأَنَّما خَفِرَت مِن طُولِ ما لُحِظَت

فَقَد تَعدَّى إِلى إبهَائِها الخَفَرُ

As though from being watched so long it has blushed

So bashfulness has spread over its beauty's guards

وَقبةٌ ما لَها في حُسنِها ثَمَنٌ

لَو أَنَّهُ فيها العز وَالعُمُرُ

A dome whose beauty is beyond any price

As if in it lie glory and life everlasting

كَأَنَّما فُرِشَت بِالوَردِ مُتَّصِلاً

في الفرش فاتُّخِذَت مِنهُ لَها أزرُ

As if it is lined with a carpet of unending roses

Whose warp and weft are fashioned out of them

كَأَنَّما ذُعِرَت مِن خَوفِ سَقطَتِها

في بَحرِها فَبَدا في لَونِها الذعُرُ

As if it shook for fear it might slip and fall

So terror shows in its complexion's pallor

بَحرٌ تَفّجر مِن لَيثَينِ مُلتَطِمٌ

يا مَن رَأى البَحرَ مِن لَيثَينِ يَنفَجِرُ

A sea whose twin surging waves boil and seethe

O you who see a sea that from twin surges springs!