يا بَرقُ أَبرِقَ مِن قُرَي

بَةَ مُستَكِفّاً لي نَشاصُه

O lightning, flash from a village

Whose dwellers suffer its scorching flashes

ذا هَيدَبٍ دانٍ يَحِن

نُ إِلى مَناصِفِهِ قِلاصُه

Like a serpent it winds

Yearning for its burrows and lairs

جَونٍ تَخُذُّ سُيولُهُ

في الأَرضِ مُنساحاً فِراصُه

Clouds whose floods

Spread over the earth with pouring rain

أَمَّت غَداةَ رَحيلِها

وَالبَينُ ذو شُرُكٍ شِصاصُه

They promised in the morning of departure

But separation's partnership is treacherous

فَبَدَت تَرائِبُ شادِنٍ

وَمُكَرَّسٌ فيهِ عِقاصُه

So the shelters of loved ones appeared

And sorrow dwells wherein is its abode

وَأَغَرُّ كَالإِغريضِ عَذ

بٌ لا يُغَيِّرُهُ اِنتِقاصُه

And the most cherished is like a bouquet

Whose beauty fading does not diminish