لَقَد سَرَّنا أَنَّ النَعِيَّ مُوَكَّلٌ

بِطاغِيَةٍ قَد حُمَّ مِنهُ حِمامُ

We were glad that fate had been entrusted

With punishing a tyrant stained with guilt,

تَجانَبَ صَوبُ المُزنِ عَن ذَلِكَ الصَدى

وَمَرَّ عَلَيهِ الغَيثُ وَهوَ جَهامُ

While from that echo the pleasant zephyrs swerved,

And over it the rain passed and was spilt.