قَد بيِّضتْ قُبَّةُ السَماءِ

وَزُرِّقتُ قاعَةُ الفَضاءِ

The dome of the sky has whitened

And the hall of space has blued

وَمَدَّ بُسطَ النَباتِ فيها

لِنَفسِهِ قادِمُ الشِتاءِ

And the plant has spread its mat in it

For the coming winter

فَاِشرَب عَلى نَراهُ فيها

مِن لا زوردٍ وَشَربِ ماءِ

So drink in what we see in it

Of neither turquoise nor water