لِلَّهِ نَهرٌ ما رَأَيتُ جَمالَهُ

إِلّا ذَكَرتُ لَدَيهِ نَهرَ الكَوثَرِ

God has a river whose beauty whenever I saw

I was reminded beside it of the river Al-Kawthar

وَالشَمسُ قَد أَلقَت عَلَيهِ رِداءَها

فَتَراهُ يَرفِلُ في قَميصٍ أَصفَرِ

The sun has cast over it her mantle

So you see it clad in a yellow shirt

وَالطَيرُ قَد غَنَّت لِشَطحِ رَواقِصٍ

فَوقَ الغَديرِ جَرَرنَ ثَوبَ تَبَختُرِ

The birds sing to the melody of lutes

Above the stream the clothes of revelers trail

وَكَأَنَّما أَيدي الرَبيعِ عَشِيَّةً

حَلَّينَ لَبّاتِ الغُصونِ بِجَوهَرِ

As if the hands of spring eve

Adorned the cheeks of branches with jewels

وَكَأَنَّ خُضرَ ثِمارِهِ وَبَياضَهُ

ثَغرٌ تَنَسَّمَ تَحتَ خَدِّ مُعَذِّرِ

As if its green fruits and whiteness

Were a mouth breathing under a coquettish cheek