كَأَنَّ وَجْهَ النَّهْرِ إذْ حَفَّتْ بِهِ

أَشْجَارُهُ فَصَافَحَتْهُ الأَغْصُنُ

The face of the river, ringed by the trees

Their branches reaching out to embrace it

مِرْآةُ غِيدٍ قَدْ وَقَفْنَ حَوْلَها

يَنْظُرْنَ فِيها أَيُّهُنَّ أَحْسَنُ

Is like a polished mirror where maidens gather

Each gazing at her reflection, asking who is most fair