طاب الحواف وطاب ريح شواه

ما لذ في سمك القطيف سواه

The coast is pleasant, and pleasant the breeze of Shawah

Nothing compares to its fish, nothing else

فإذا دعا داعي الجواف وطفله

في حجره شوقاً إليه رماه

So when the young caller calls out, longing for it

In his lap a babe he holds, thrown towards it