يا ثلج ماءٍ مالح آسنٍ

فاض من الحمَّام في الجيَّهْ

O sweet salty ice water

Overflowing from the fountain into the valley

فليس بالمشروبِ من خُبْثِهِ

ولا مُعَدٌّ لرصاصِيَّهْ

There is no harm in its drink

Nor bullets ready in its pouch

إذا أجابتْ شنطفٌ طَبْلَها

ناحَ عليه نوحَ مَعْنيَّهْ

When the tambourine answers its rhythm

It sighs melodiously

من نَغْمةٍ تَضْرط في حلقِها

ونكهةٍ تفسُو كُرُنْبيَّهْ

With a tune that gargles in its throat

And a taste that spoils its carob

طيزٌ رحيبٌ وفمٌ مثلُه

مُسْتَرقٌ من وجهِ جَريهْ

A wide butt and mouth like it

Stolen from the face of its neighbor