تفنى العواصف والغمام خيامنا

ومقامنا في ظلهن شهورا

The storms and clouds are gone, our tents as well,

For months we dwelled beneath their gentle spell.

ولقلما يبقى على مطر السما

خامٌ تراه على البلى مقصورا

Scarce can the mark of heaven's rain remain,

Faded by time, its trace you seek in vain.