وَبُركَةِ نيلوفَرٍ زَهرُها
ثَنى جيدَهُ في الدُجى وَاِحتَجَب
And a pool—its flower, a lotus—
bent its neck in the night’s darkness and hid away.
فَمُذ لاحَ وَجهُ حَبيبي لَهُ
وَشاهَدَ أَنوارَهُ كَاللَهَب
But when my beloved’s face appeared to it
and it beheld his radiance, like flame,
تَوَهُّمَهُ الشَمسَ قَد أَشرَقَت
فَقامَ عَلى سوقِهِ وَاِنتَصَب
it mistook him for the sun already risen;
so it rose upon its stalk and stood erect.
Sol 5.6