1. يا مَورِداً كنتُ أَغنى ما أَكونُ بهِ

    عن كلِّ صافٍ إذا ما باتَ يُرويني

    O watering place, through you I once was wholly free

    Of need for any clear draught, whenever you slaked my thirst through the night.

  2. عندي لمائكَ والأَقداحُ طَوعُ يدي

    ملآي من الماء شَوقٌ كادَ يُرديني

    For your water I have—though cups lie ready at my hand,

    Full of water—a longing that has nearly killed me.