أَتَتنِيَ دِجلَةُ فيما أَتَت

فَما يَصنَعُ البَحرُ ما تَصنَعُ

The Tigris came to me as it came

What can the sea do that you can do?

فَكَم مِن جِدارٍ لَنا مائِلٍ

وَآخَرَ يَسجُدُ أَو يَركَعُ

How many walls do we have leaning

And others bow or kneel

وَيُمطِرُنا السَقفُ مِن بَينِنا

وَمِن تَحتِنا أَعيُنٌ تَنبُعُ

The ceiling rains on us between us

And beneath us eyes well up

وَأَصبَحَ بُستانُنا جَوبَةً

يُسَبِّحُ في مائِها الضِفدَعُ

Our orchard has become marshes

Where frogs praise in its waters