قد طابَ ماءُ الحَياةِ في فمِهِ

فَالشَّهدُ لم يحكِه ولا الخمرَهْ

The water of life is sweet in his mouth,

So neither honey nor wine can compete.

فَلَيسَ بِدْعاً نَباتُ شارِبِهِ

فَإِنَّما الماءُ يُنبِتُ الخضرَهْ

No wonder he who drinks grows like a sprouting reed,

For water makes all greenery complete.