1. I say to the Sea of Rome when it raged, foaming,
In the coast of the Sea of Arabs, the sun of virtues,

2. Your saltiness, what is it like to the intense, bitter salt
Compared to the sweet Euphrates in the waterholes,

3. And what are you and the ocean and others
Besides this sea but brooks,

4. The sciences of Abi Amr and the gifts of the Creator
And nothing above them in glory, excellence over excellence,

5. And there are no meadows that give more pleasure
With a more fragrant aroma than the scent of those attributes.