وتفجرت منه الأنامل بوركت

بزلال عَذبٍ من يديهِ فراتِ

And from it my fingers gushed forth blessed

With pure, sweet water from his hands Euphrates

سح الغمامُ له بسقيا رَحمةٍ

والخَلقُ في محل وفي غسناتِ

The clouds poured down mercy for him

And people in refuge and in lush gardens

والجذع حنَّ تَلَهفاً لفراقِهِ

والطودُ زُلزِلَ بعد طولِ ثَباتٍ

And the trunk bent, yearning for his absence

And the mountains shook after long steadfastness