1. أَهلاً بِهِ مِن رائِحٍ مُتَصَعِّدِ

    بَِخَوالِجٍ مِن بَرقِهِ وَنَوابِضِ

    Welcome to it, a rising evening cloud,

    With flickers and pulsations of its lightning,

  2. هَزِجِ البُروقِ كَأَنَّهُ مُتَمَطِّقٌ

    بِأَراقِمٍ قِلنَ الرِمالَ نَضانِضِ

    Resounding with lightning, as though smacking its lips

    With spotted serpents that rested at noon in the sands, their tongues flicking,

  3. حَتّى يَقولَ الساهِرونَ لَوَمضِهِ

    نَضَرَ العِراقُ بِقَطرِ هَذا العارِضِ

    Until the wakeful say at its flashing:

    “Iraq has grown verdant with the rain of this cloud.”