وَخِلٍّ إِذا جِئتُ مُستَسقِياً

وَجَدتُ سَحاباً نَداهُ النَدى

When I come seeking rain as a supplicant,

I find a cloud whose sides are moistened by dew.

يُجَرّي وَرائِيَ إِنجازَهُ

إِذا ما رَكِبتُ لَهُ مَوعِدا

It makes the rain follow behind me

Whenever I set out at its appointed time.

حَلا طَعمُهُ لِيَ إِذ ذُقتُهُ

فَلَم لا أُصَيِّرُهُ مَورِدا

Sweet is its taste when I drink it.

Why then should I not make it a trysting-place?