أَما تَرى النَرجِسَ المَيّاسَ يَلحَظُنا

أَلحاظَ ذي فَرَحٍ بِالعَتبِ مَسرورِ

Don't you see the narcissus gazing at us

With looks of joy and coquetry

كَأَنَّ أَحداقَها في حُسنِ صورَتِها

مَداهِنُ التَبرِ في أَوراقِ كافورِ

As if its dark eyes in the beauty of its form

Were kohl pencils in camphor leaves

كَأَنَّ طَلَّ النَدى فيهِ لِمُبصِرِهِ

دَمعٌ تَرَقرَقَ مِن أَجفانِ مَهجورِ

As if the dew dripping on it for its observer

Were tears welling from forsaken eyelids