تفنى العواصف والغمام خيامنا

تفنى العواصف والغمام خيامنا

ومقامنا في ظلهن شهورا

ومقامنا في ظلهن شهورا

Storms and clouds wear out our tents,

The storms and clouds are gone, our tents as well,

And our stay in their shade lasts months.

For months we dwelled beneath their gentle spell.

ولقلما يبقى على مطر السما

ولقلما يبقى على مطر السما

خامٌ تراه على البلى مقصورا

خامٌ تراه على البلى مقصورا

And seldom does it withstand the rain from the sky—

Scarce can the mark of heaven's rain remain,

Unbleached cloth you see destined for decay.

Faded by time, its trace you seek in vain.