كَم بَينَ شَطَّيكَ مِن رِيٍّ لِجانِحَةٍ

ذابَت عَلَيكَ صَدىً يا وادِيَ العَسَلِ

How many streams between your banks

Melted onto you, oh valley of honey

وَما دَعاها إِلى وادٍ سِواكَ ظَما

أَلا تَبَيَّنُ فيها فَترَةَ الكَسَلِ

What called them to a valley other than you, athirst

Can you not see in it the slackening of laziness