1. I was guided to a hidden blessing
So I unearthed it from soil and clear water

2. A well whose buckets in its water
Are like a brunette fixed on a mirror

3. The camphor of summer which gives it life
Our souls and the brand of winters live by it

4. I surrounded it with a rock and if I were fair
I would have crowned it with necklaces of labbāt

5. It possessed the praise of my wings so they all
Praise what it bestowed of virtues

6. And how often I wished for other than it as if
I attempted the ruin of the best of goods

7. It gives you after toil, cool water
Like the loss of water in the deserts