يا رُبَّ جاري نَهَرٍ فِضِّيِّ

مُضطَرِبٍ عَلى حَصىً نَقِيِّ

O Lord of a sparkling silver stream

Turbulent over pure pebbles

وَتُربَةٍ ذاتِ ثَرىً وَضِيِّ

وَزَهَرٍ مُبتَسِمٍ رِبعِيِّ

And earth of fertile soil and meadows

And a smiling, cheerful flower

مُكتَهَلٍ وَمُردَعٍ صَبِيِّ

كَأَنَّهُ فَرائِدُ الحُلِيِّ

Budding and sprouting like a child

As if it were the guide of jewelry

باكَرَ بِالغَداةِ وَالعَشِيِّ

ريقَ النَدى في شَبِمٍ غَدرِيِّ

Blooming in the morn and eve

Sipping the dew in a perfidious cup

ظَلَّ بِبالٍ فارِغٍ خَلِيِّ

وَما اِدَّعى مِن شِبَعٍ وَرِيِّ

Lingering with an empty, vacant mind

Nor claiming any satiation or watering

قَد عاذَ بِالجِنِّ مِنَ الإِنسِيِّ

مُحَكَّماً في سَمَكِ اللُجِّيِّ

It has sought refuge from mankind with the jinn

Judging the place of fish

يَلفِظُها بِمِعوَلٍ دُرِّيِّ

لَفظَ نِصالِ الغَرَضِ الرَمِيِّ

Casting them with a solid, precious axe

Casting the blades of the throwing goal

صَبَّحتُهُ بِأَجَلٍ وَجِيِّ

وَمُقلَةٍ تَلحَقُ بِالقَصِيِّ

I bid it good morning with importance and valor

And destruction that overtakes the distant

قَد لُحِّفَت بِالسَنَجِ الخَفِيِّ

كَأَنَّها دينارُ صَيرَفِيِّ

Adorned with fine, hidden gold

As if it were a moneychanger's dinar

وَاِتَّصَلَت بِرَأيِهِ القَوِيِّ

ساقٍ كَغُصنِ الذَهَبِ المَجلِيِّ

And connected to its strong opinion

A stalk like a flexible golden branch

وَفي سِلاحِ بَطَلٍ كَمِيِّ

أَشوَسَ أَبّاءٍ عَلى الأَبِيِّ

And in the weapon of a brave hero

More stubborn than the most stubborn