1. إِذا ما سَقى اللَهُ البَساتينَ كُلَّها

    سَجالَ سَحابٍ دائِمِ الوَكفِ مُنسَكِب

    When God waters all the gardens

    With torrents from a cloud that drips unceasingly, pouring down,

  2. فَأَعطَشَ بُستاني الإِلَهُ وَلا سَقى

    لَهُ طاقَةٌ ما لاحَ نَجمٌ وَما غَرَب

    Then may God leave my garden thirsty, and never water

    A single sprig in it, so long as a star shines or sets.