وَكَثِيبُ حُلْوَى تَشْتَهِيه

لِحُسْنِ مَنْظَرِهِ الحَدَقْ

Like a sweet sand dune yearned for

due to the beauty of its appearance to the beholder’s eye,

ركِبَ التُّرنْجُ سوادهُ

كَاللَّيْلِ يرْكَبُهُ الشَّفَقْ

Mount Tarnuj donned its blackness

like the dusk mounting the night.