يا رَعدُ ما هَذي القَعاقِعْ

يا بَرقُ ما هَذي اللَوامِعْ

O thunder, what is this rumbling,

O lightning, what is this flashing,

لَم تَملَأ الأَيدي وَلَ

كنّ النَواظِرَ وَالمَسامِعْ

The hands are not yet full, but

The sights and hearings are overloaded.

وَلَقَد تَدافَعَتِ السُيو

لُ فَما مُقَطَّمُها بِدافِعْ

And the torrents have rushed,

Yet not one is checked by a barrier.

طَمِعَت بِأَن تَحكي يَدَي

عُثمانَ يا تَعَبَ المَطامِعْ

Greedily hoping to recount the hands

Of Uthman - oh how greedy are hopes.

وَهُما سَحابا رَحمَةٍ

وَكِلاهُما لِلخَلقِ نافِعْ

Both are clouds of mercy,

Each beneficial for creation.

وَالفَرقُ بَينَهُما فَلا

يَخفى وَما فيهِ مُنَازِعْ

The difference between them is not

Hidden nor disputed.

ما مَن يُرَوّي كُلَّ ظَم

آنٍ كَمُشبِعِ كُلِّ جائِعْ

None can quench every thirst

Like the one who satisfies every hungry.