وبِرْكةٍ مَنظرُها يُطرِبُ

للماءِ فيه ألْسنٌ تُعْرِبُ

With a blessing, its view delights

The water in it, tongues express

تَحسبُها من طولِ تَرجيعها

دائمةً تنشدُ أو تَخْطُبُ

You'd think from its long chant

It always sings or orates

كأنَّ فوَّاراتها وَسْطَها

إذا ترامَتْ لعبٌ تَلْعَبُ

As if its fountains in its midst

When they crawl, a game they play

مِنْ يَمْنةٍ فيها ومِنْ يَسرةٍ

قَنطرةٌ واقِفةٌ تَذْهبُ

To its right and to its left

An aqueduct standing, it flows