ظَمِئَتْ إِلَى السُّقْيَا الأَبَاطِحُ وَالُّربَى

حَتَّى دَعَوْنَا الْعَامَ عَاماً مُجْدِبَا

The pastures and the deserts thirst for the watering places,

Until we called the year a barren year,

وَالْغَيْثُ مَسْدُولُ الْحِجَابِ وَإِنَّمَا

عَلِمَ الْغَمَامُ قُدُومَكُمْ فَتَأَدَّبَا

And rain being implored drew down the veils, but only

The clouds learned of your coming and then adorned themselves.