1. أَلْبَحْرُ صَعْبُ المُرامِ مُرٌّ

    لا جُعِلَتْ حاجَتي إِليْهِ

    The sea is hard to approach and bitter.

    May I never have need of it.

  2. أَلَيْسَ ماءً وَنَحْنُ طِينٌ

    فما عَسى صَبْرُنا عَلَيْهِ

    Is it not water, while we are clay?

    How, then, could we endure upon it?