1. Quench my thirst on the slopes of Deir Al-Qusair
Between Hulwan and An-Naqa, O Sadeer

2. See how the meadows are stirred
By the tears of this downpour

3. And the clouds spreading pouring rain
Then bunching up at times over Qumayr

4. The ends of the month made it lean
Until in its horizon it was like an infant's navel

5. So quench my thirst for there is no one for praise and glory
Except me, and no one else for rest