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

تفنى العواصف والغمام خيامنا

1. The storms and clouds are gone, our tents as well,
For months we dwelled beneath their gentle spell.

١. تفنى العواصف والغمام خيامنا
ومقامنا في ظلهن شهورا

2. Scarce can the mark of heaven's rain remain,
Faded by time, its trace you seek in vain.

٢. ولقلما يبقى على مطر السما
خامٌ تراه على البلى مقصورا