Qasida VIII Of the Golden Girl

The golden girl
bathed in the water
and the water turned gold.

Algae and branches
darkened her with shadows,
and the nightingale sang
for the white girl.

The clear night came
clouded with bad silver,
bringing bald mountains
under the cloudy breeze.

The drenched girl
was white in the water
and the water a splash.

The spotless dawn arrived,
with its faces of a thousand cows,
rigid and laid out
with frozen garlands.

The girl of tears
bathed among flames
and the nightingale wept,
wings burnt.

The golden girl
was a white heron,
and the water made it gold.