إذا دنت السحب الثقال وحثها

من الرعد حادٍ ليس يبصر أكمه

When heavy clouds draw near, driven on

By thunder loud that sees not where it's going,

أحاديثه مستهولات وصوته

إذا انخفضت أصواتهن مقهقه

Its talk confused, its voice a mighty roar -

If their voices sink low, muttering,

إذا صاح في آثارهن حسبته

يجاوبه من خلفه صاحب له

If behind their traces it calls out, you'd think

Some comrade of its own makes answer back.