ظَنَنْتُ الصَّبا لَمَّا على النهرِ قد جَرَتْ

ظَنَنْتُ الصَّبا لَمَّا على النهرِ قد جَرَتْ

وعَكْسُ ذُكاءٍ لاح فيه لِمُرْتَقِبْ

وعَكْسُ ذُكاءٍ لاح فيه لِمُرْتَقِبْ

I took the east wind, when it had swept over the river,

I thought the morning breeze, when it flowed along the river,

And Dhukāʾ’s—the sun’s—reflection appeared in it to a watcher,

And the reflection of a brilliance flashed for the onlooker,

شِباكاً بها صار النَّسيم غَزالةً

شِباكاً بها صار النَّسيم غَزالةً

ألَسْتَ تَراها دائماً فيه تضْطَرِبْ

ألَسْتَ تَراها دائماً فيه تضْطَرِبْ

For nets through which the breeze became a gazelle;

Was a net, by which the zephyr turned into a gazelle,

Do you not see her always quivering in it?

Don't you see it always quivering in it out of anxiety?