1. يُكاثِرُ مَاءُ الرّزمِ عند ادّكَارِكُم

    دُمُوعي ولكنْ ذَا بَرودٌ وذي قِطْرُ

    The thunderstorm’s rain vies, whenever I remember you,

    with my tears—but that is cold, while these are molten copper.

  2. ولَو لَم أُعِرْها بَعدَكم كلّ من بَكَى

    لأعظَمها عَن أن يُكاثِرَهَا القَطرُ

    Had I not, since your departure, lent them to everyone who wept,

    I would hold them too great for rain itself to rival.