وَمُرَقرَقِ الإِفرِندِ يَمضي في العِدا

أَبَداً فَيَفتُكُ ما أَرادَ وَيَنسُكُ

With his blue sword flashing, he rode on

In constant pursuit, seizing who he desired, leaving others.

فَكَأَنَّهُ وَالماءُ يَضحَكُ فَوقَهُ

جَذلانُ يَبكي لِلسُرورِ وَيَضحَكُ

As though it and the water laughed over it -

The two laurels crying for joy and laughing.