لِي في المَصِيفِ طَرِيقٌ

مأْمونَةُ الطرفَيْنِ

I have in summer a path

Safe on both sides

إِذا ارْتَمَى بِشرارِ السَّ

مومِ في الخافِقَيْنِ

When the arrows of thirst are kindled

In my pulsating temples

أَطفأَته بَعتادٍ

من الأَميرِ حُسَيْنِ

I quench them with supplies

From the prince Hussein

وإِنْ تزايَدَ شيئاً

فماءُ رأْسِ العَيْنِ

And if they increase a little

There is the water of Ain's head