إذا أُوتِرَتْ قَوسُ السَّحابِ وَفُوِّقَتْ

سِهَامُ الحَيالِلحلي سَحَّتْ رَاميها

When the bow of the clouds is strung

And the arrows of the new moons are aimed from it

وَإنْ أَشبَهتْ أَلوانُها زَهْرَ الرُّبَا

عَرْفتُ لِتلكَ القَوسِ قُدرةَ بَارِيها

Though their colors resemble the flowers of the meadow

I recognize in that bow the power of its Maker