1. نَهرٌ كَأَنَّ الشَمسَ تَملَأُ قَلبَهُ

    فَيُجِنُّ داءً لِلغَرامِ دَخيلا

    A river, as though the sun were filling its heart,

    So it harbors an inward malady of passion.

  2. الريحُ تُبدي الثَوبَ مِنهُ مُعَكَّراً

    وَالشَمسُ تُلقي صارِماً مَصقولا

    The wind reveals its turbid garment,

    And the sun casts a polished sword.

  3. وَكَأَنَّهُ ذو فَجعَةٍ لِفِراقِها

    قَد ضَمَّ مِن خَوفِ الوَداعِ غَليلا

    And it seems like one grief-stricken at parting from her,

    Who has harbored burning anguish for fear of farewell.