1. سارِيَةٌ لَم تَكتَحِل بِغَمضِ

    كَدراءُ ذاتُ هَطَلانٍ مَحضِ

    A night-roving raincloud, its eyes never kohled with sleep,

    Dark, bearing a pure downpour,

  2. موقَرَةٌ مِن خُلَّةٍ وَحَمضِ

    تَمضي وَتُبقي نِعَماً لا تَمضي

    Laden with sweet and salty herbage,

    It passes on, leaving blessings that do not pass away.

  3. قَضَت بِها السَماءُ حَقَّ الأَرضِ

    Through it, the sky has paid the earth its due.