كَأَنَّ بُكاها مِن سُرورٍ فَدَمعُها

يُثيرُ سُروراً في جَوانِحِ ذي خَبلِ

Her crying seems to be out of joy, so her tears

Stir up joy in the heart of one in despair

كَذاكَ السحابُ الغَزرُ تُرسِلُ دَمعَها

سَريعاً وَتَمشي في السماءِ عَلى مَهلِ

Likewise the pouring raincloud sheds its tears

Swiftly, yet it moves slowly across the sky

كَأَنَّ السَّحابَ الغُرَّ أَلقَت بِسِرِّها

إِلَيها فَلَم تكتُم وَضاقَت عَنِ الحَملِ

As though the raincloud has confided its secret

To her, which she could not conceal, and was too heavy to bear