يا حسنَ وجه البحر حين بدا

والسحبُ تهطِلُ فوقه هَطْلا

O beauty of the sea's face when it appeared,

And the clouds pouring down on it pouring down,

فكأنه درعٌ وقد ملأت

أيدي الرماةِ عيونَهُ نَبْلا

It's as if it were a coat of mail filled up

By the archers' hands, its eyes with arrows.