وَبِئرٍ شَرِبنا بِها عَذبَةً

وَطِفلُ النَباتِ بِها مُنتَعِش

And a well from which we drank sweet water

And the sapling of vegetation thriving by it

فَتِقتُ بِها جَيبَ كافورَةٍ

مِنَ الأَرضِ جَدوَلُها مُنتَقِش

So I opened by it a bag of camphor

From the earth its stream gushing

يُمَزِّقُ رَيّا جُلودِ الثَما

رِ إِذا مَصَّ ماءَ الثِمارِ العَطَش

It tears apart the skins of the thirsty fruit

When it sucks the water of the thirsty fruit

كَفيلٌ لِأَشجارِها بِالحَيا

ةِ إِذا ما جَرى خِلتَهُ يَرتَعِش

It guarantees life for its trees

When its stream flows trembling