قد طابَ ماءُ الحَياةِ في فمِهِ

قد طابَ ماءُ الحَياةِ في فمِهِ

فَالشَّهدُ لم يحكِه ولا الخمرَهْ

فَالشَّهدُ لم يحكِه ولا الخمرَهْ

The water of life has indeed grown sweet in his mouth.

The water of life is sweet in his mouth,

For honey has not matched it, nor has wine.

So neither honey nor wine can compete.

فَلَيسَ بِدْعاً نَباتُ شارِبِهِ

فَلَيسَ بِدْعاً نَباتُ شارِبِهِ

فَإِنَّما الماءُ يُنبِتُ الخضرَهْ

فَإِنَّما الماءُ يُنبِتُ الخضرَهْ

So the growth of his mustache is nothing strange:

No wonder he who drinks grows like a sprouting reed,

For it is water that makes greenery grow.

For water makes all greenery complete.