مَهَفْهَفٌ يُخجِلُ بَدرَ الدُّجَى

فإن رآهُ اكْتَنَّ في السُّحْبِ

A moon that puts the dewy night’s full moon to shame

If it sees it, it hides bashfully in the clouds

قَوَامُهُ يُزرِي إِذا ما انْثَنَى

مِنْ لِينِهِ بالغُصُنِ الرَّطِبِ

Its stature sways gracefully when it bends

With the softness of a moist branch

يَبسِمُ عن دُرٍّ تَعالَى الّذِي

نَظَّمَه في البارِدِ العَذبِ

It smiles, revealing teeth set perfectly

By the One who formed them in the cool, sweet (water)

أُلاَمُ فيهِ وهَو لي شَاغِلٌ

بالَهَجرِ عن لَومٍ وعَن عَتبِ

I have worries in it, while it occupies itself

With estrangement, beyond blame and reproach