ومنهل وردته التقاطا

ومنهل وردته التقاطا

لم ألق اذ وردته فراطا

لم ألق اذ وردته فراطا

And a watering place I reached by chance—

A spring from which I gathered roses,

When I reached it, I met no forerunners to the water

When I reached it, I found no more,

الا الحمام الورق والغطاطا

الا الحمام الورق والغطاطا

فهن يلغطن به الغاطا

فهن يلغطن به الغاطا

Except the gray doves and the sandgrouse;

Save doves, leaves, and brambles,

And there they were raising a loud clamor.

Who filled it with their chatter.