فكأَنَّ الغمام صبٌّ عَميدٌ

أَنَّ بالرَعدِ حُرقةً واِشتِكاء

As though the clouds were mighty rivers pouring,

As thunder rumbles in complaint and grief.

وَكأَنَّ البروق نارُ جواهُ

وَالحَيا دَمعُهُ يَسيلُ بكاءَ

And lightning seems the flashing of its fire,

The rain its streaming tears in sad belief.