كَأَنَّما الأَغْصانُ إذْ أَحْدَقَتْ

بالنَّهْرِ مِنْ بَعْدِ بُكَاءِ الغَمامِ

As if the branches, when the clouds wept,

Leaned over the river and bellowed

غِيدٌ عَلَى مِرْآةِ حُسْنٍ تَنا

فَسْنَ فَأَذْرَيْنَ دُمُوعَ الخِصامْ

A song upon the mirror of beauty to procure

Tears of discord that it shed.