يا أَيُّها الغَيثُ الَّذي

يَهمي فَتَخضَرُّ الأَماني

O rain that comes pouring down

And makes all hopes turn green,

ما بالُ وَعدِكَ قَد مَحا

آثارَهُ كَرُّ التَواني

Why is the promise you made gone,

Effaced by procrastination?

أَقسَمتُ بِالمِنَنِ الَّتي

لَكَ لَم تَكَدَّر بِاِمتِنانِ

I swear by favors you bestowed

Unspoiled by any discontent,

ما جِئتُ مُقتَضِياً لَهُ

حَتّى التَقَت حَلَقُ البِطانِ

That I am not here to reproach you

Before our hearts are tightly bound.