ولقد ظمئتُ إلى الفرا

تِ بكلَّ ذي كرمٍ ومجدِ

I yearned for the shore with all the generous and glorious

The sun at its setting

والشمس عند غروبها

صفراءُ مذهبةُ الفرند

Is yellow, gilding the bay

The water, its banks are green

والماءُ حاشيتاه خض

راونِ من آسٍ وَرَنْد

With myrtle and oleander

The wind's hands caress it

تحبوه أيدي الريح إن

ولَّتْ على قربٍ وبعد

When it turns upon near and far

With silver embellishments

بطرائفٍ من فضةٍ

وطرائقٍ من لازورد

And methods of lapis lazuli

The ships like birds took off

والسُّفْنُ كالطير انبرت

في الجوّ من مثنى وفرد

In the air two by two and alone

Until when the ebb of the shore passed

حتى إذا جَزْرُ الفرا

تِ مضى وأعقبه بمد

And the flood followed after

I found it as if

ألفيته وكأنه

ملقى عليه رداءُ ورد

Cast over it was a rose gown

Tossing like one inebriated

متململاً كالصبّ أُو

ذِنَ من أحبته يصد

From the wine of those he loves

As if his mind was filled

وكأنما بحشاه ما

بحشاي من قلق ووجد

With anxiety and passion