1. O thunder, what is this rumbling,
O lightning, what is this flashing,

2. The hands are not yet full, but
The sights and hearings are overloaded.

3. And the torrents have rushed,
Yet not one is checked by a barrier.

4. Greedily hoping to recount the hands
Of Uthman - oh how greedy are hopes.

5. Both are clouds of mercy,
Each beneficial for creation.

6. The difference between them is not
Hidden nor disputed.

7. None can quench every thirst
Like the one who satisfies every hungry.