نَهرٌ كَأَنَّ الشَمسَ تَملَأُ قَلبَهُ

فَيُجِنُّ داءً لِلغَرامِ دَخيلا

A river as if the sun fills its heart

So it suffers illness for the sake of passionate love

الريحُ تُبدي الثَوبَ مِنهُ مُعَكَّراً

وَالشَمسُ تُلقي صارِماً مَصقولا

The wind reveals its garment wrinkled

And the sun casts a polished sword

وَكَأَنَّهُ ذو فَجعَةٍ لِفِراقِها

قَد ضَمَّ مِن خَوفِ الوَداعِ غَليلا

As if it is grieving from parting with her

It has gathered from fear of farewell a friend