وَنارٍ قَدَحناها صَباحاً بِسَحرَةٍ

مَتى ما يُرَق ماءٌ عَلَيها تُوَقَّدِ

And a fire we kindled at dawn with magic makers

Whenever water is poured on it, it is inflamed

يَجوبُ حَبابُ الماءِ في جَنَباتِها

كَما جالَ دَمعٌ فَوقَ خَدٍّ مُوَرَّدِ

The water bubbles on its sides

As tears once flowed down a reddened cheek