وقالوا التَقَى الوِردانِ وِردٌ من الندى

وَوِردٌ من الماءِ القَراحِ الذي يَجري

They said the roses met, a dew kissed rose

And one, by running brook, kissed by the stream

فقلتُ لهم وفُّوا أبا الجيش حقَّه

ولا تَظلموهُ ما البُحيرَةُ كالبَحرِ

I said to them “Do right by him who leads the troops

And do not wrong him, for the pond is not the sea