هَل يَفرَحُ الناعِبُ الغَدافُ بِسُقيا ال

أَرضِ إِن طالِعُ الدُجى سَقَطا

Does the wailing mourner rejoice at the watering of the land's soil

If the stars of nightfall fell down?

يَلهَمُ أَنَّ التُرابَ إِن وَقَعَ ال

غَيثُ أَتى بِالحُبوبِ فَاِلتَقَطا

It occurs to him that the dust, if rain fell on it

Brought seeds, so he gathered them.

سَبَّحَ لِلَّهِ ناعِبٌ صَوتُهُ غا

قِ وَكِدريَّةٌ تَصيحُ قَطا

A mourner with a faint voice glorified Allah

And a gloomy she-camel roared noisily

وَلَو جُزينا عَلى خَلائِقِنا

أَمسَكَ عَنّا الحَيا فَما نَقَطا

And if we were punished according to our natures

Life would have withheld from us its drops.