الغَيمُ مِن بَينِ مَغبوقٍ وَمُصطَبَحِ

الغَيمُ مِن بَينِ مَغبوقٍ وَمُصطَبَحِ

مِن ريقِ مُكتَفِلاتٍ بِالثَرى دُلُحِ

مِن ريقِ مُكتَفِلاتٍ بِالثَرى دُلُحِ

The thirsty are given drink, some at dusk and some at dawn,

The cloud from between depressed and cheerful

From the spittle of heavy clouds cloaked in damp earth;

From the saliva of those rubbing their cheeks in the dirt out of grief

دُهمٍ إِذا ضَحِكَت في رَوضَةٍ طَفِقَت

دُهمٍ إِذا ضَحِكَت في رَوضَةٍ طَفِقَت

عُيونُ نُوّارِها تَبكي مِنَ الفَرَحِ

عُيونُ نُوّارِها تَبكي مِنَ الفَرَحِ

Dark clouds—when they laugh in a meadow,

It is as if when it smiles in a garden,

The eyes of its blossoms begin to weep for joy.

Its bright eyes weep from joy