خَصيمٌ مِنَ الأَيّامِ لي وَشَفيعُ

خَصيمٌ مِنَ الأَيّامِ لي وَشَفيعُ

كَذا الدَهرُ يَعصي مَرَّةً وَيُطيعُ

كَذا الدَهرُ يَعصي مَرَّةً وَيُطيعُ

Among the days, I have an adversary and an intercessor.

My days have become both an adversary and an intercessor for me

Such is time: at times it defies, at times obeys.

Thus time defies once and obeys another time

وَبي ظَمَأٌ لَولا العُلى ما بَلَلتُهُ

وَبي ظَمَأٌ لَولا العُلى ما بَلَلتُهُ

وَفي كُلِّ قَلبٍ غُلَّةٌ وَنُزوعُ

وَفي كُلِّ قَلبٍ غُلَّةٌ وَنُزوعُ

And I bear a thirst that, but for glory, I would not quench.

Thirst has overwhelmed me, else, I would not have wetted it

And in every heart are burning thirst and yearning.

In every heart there is an obstruction and a leaning

وَما أَنا مِمَّن يَطلُبُ الماءَ لِلصَدى

وَما أَنا مِمَّن يَطلُبُ الماءَ لِلصَدى

وَيَجمَعُني وَالوارِدينَ شُروعُ

وَيَجمَعُني وَالوارِدينَ شُروعُ

And I am not one who seeks water merely to quench thirst,

And I am not of those who seek water for echo

Nor does a common watering place unite me with those who come to drink.

And meeting place of all comers brings me together with them

رَضاعي مِنَ الدُنيا المَماتُ فِطامُهُ

رَضاعي مِنَ الدُنيا المَماتُ فِطامُهُ

وَما نَزَحَ الثَديَ الغَزيرَ رَضيعُ

وَما نَزَحَ الثَديَ الغَزيرَ رَضيعُ

My suckling is from this world; death is its weaning.

My weaning from this life is death, while its suckling

No suckling has drained that abundant breast.

Neither does the streaming breast satisfy the weaned

أَبَينا وَلا ضَيمٌ أَصابَ أُنوفَنا

أَبَينا وَلا ضَيمٌ أَصابَ أُنوفَنا

وَفي الأَرضِ مُصطافٌ لَنا وَرَبيعُ

وَفي الأَرضِ مُصطافٌ لَنا وَرَبيعُ

We refused, and no humiliation touched our noses,

We refused but no harm befell our honor

While earth has summer quarters and spring pasture for us.

And we have in the land a place to rest and a spring

إِذا غَدَرَت نَفسُ الجَبانِ بِصَبرِهِ

إِذا غَدَرَت نَفسُ الجَبانِ بِصَبرِهِ

حَمَتنا ذُروعٌ طَلقَةٌ وَدُروعُ

حَمَتنا ذُروعٌ طَلقَةٌ وَدُروعُ

When the coward's soul betrays his endurance,

If the coward's soul betrays its patience

Unfettered strength and armor protect us.

Our arms, polished and armored, defend us

وَأَقنَعَنا بِالبيدِ أَن لَيسَ مَنزِلٌ

وَأَقنَعَنا بِالبيدِ أَن لَيسَ مَنزِلٌ

وَما بَينَ أَيدي اليَعمُلاتِ وَسيعُ

وَما بَينَ أَيدي اليَعمُلاتِ وَسيعُ

What reconciled us to the wastes was that there was no dwelling,

And a homestead in the desert sufficed us that it is no dwelling place

And the space before the tireless she-camels was vast.

And what there is between the hands of doers is expansive

أَبُثُّكَ أَنَّ المالَ عارٌ عَلى الفَتى

أَبُثُّكَ أَنَّ المالَ عارٌ عَلى الفَتى

وَما المالُ إِلّا عِفَّةٌ وَقُنوعُ

وَما المالُ إِلّا عِفَّةٌ وَقُنوعُ

I confide to you that wealth is a disgrace to a young man,

Shall I denounce to you that wealth brings dishonor to a young man?

And wealth is nothing but self-restraint and contentment.

Wealth is nothing but chastity and contentment

أَيَطلُعُ لي عَزمٌ إِلى ما أُريدُهُ

أَيَطلُعُ لي عَزمٌ إِلى ما أُريدُهُ

وَصاحِبُ سِرّي في الرِجالِ مُذيعُ

وَصاحِبُ سِرّي في الرِجالِ مُذيعُ

Can resolve rise within me toward what I desire,

Does a firm resolution rise in me towards what I want?

While my confidant among men divulges my secret?

And the confidant of my secret among men is a blabber

وَتَشتاقُ نَفسي حالَةً بَعدَ حالَةٍ

وَتَشتاقُ نَفسي حالَةً بَعدَ حالَةٍ

وَأَزجُرُها إِنّي إِذا لَقَنوعُ

وَأَزجُرُها إِنّي إِذا لَقَنوعُ

And my soul longs for one state after another,

And my soul yearns for a state after a state

And I rebuke it; then I am truly content.

And I restrain it, for I am, when solitary, content

وَإِنّي لَأَغرى بِالنَسيمِ إِذا سَرى

وَإِنّي لَأَغرى بِالنَسيمِ إِذا سَرى

وَيُعجِبُني بِالأَبرَقَينِ رُبوعُ

وَيُعجِبُني بِالأَبرَقَينِ رُبوعُ

And I am surely captivated by the breeze when it steals through the night,

And I am tempted by the blowing wind when it flows

And dwelling places at al-Abraqayn delight me.

And I admire, in it, the alternation of lightning

وَيَحني عَلَيَّ الشَوقَ نَجدِيُّ مُزنَةٍ

وَيَحني عَلَيَّ الشَوقَ نَجدِيُّ مُزنَةٍ

وَبَرقٌ بِأَطرافِ الحِجازِ لَموعُ

وَبَرقٌ بِأَطرافِ الحِجازِ لَموعُ

A rain cloud from Najd folds longing over me,

And longing bows upon me, the misery of rain in Al-Hejaz and its lightning that flashes on the outskirts

And lightning flashes at the edges of the Hijaz.

And I know not ecstasy until a dove in the valley coos

وَلا أَعرِفُ الأَشجانَ حَتّى يَشوقَني

وَلا أَعرِفُ الأَشجانَ حَتّى يَشوقَني

حَمامٌ بِبَطنِ الواديّينِ سَجوعُ

حَمامٌ بِبَطنِ الواديّينِ سَجوعُ

I know no sorrows until longing is stirred in me

And were it not for passion, I would have been nothing but a toiler

By cooing doves in the hollow of al-Wadiyyayn.

Who defies passion and obeys

وَلَولا الهَوى ما كُنتُ إِلّا مُشَمِّراً

وَلَولا الهَوى ما كُنتُ إِلّا مُشَمِّراً

أُطاعُ عَلى رُغمَ الهَوى وَأُطيعُ

أُطاعُ عَلى رُغمَ الهَوى وَأُطيعُ

Were it not for love, I would be nothing but girded for action,

When dawn shines, the steed is my companion

Obeyed despite love, and obedient.

And when night comes, the sword is my bedmate

إِذا راقَ صُبحٌ فَالحِصانُ مُصاحِبٌ

إِذا راقَ صُبحٌ فَالحِصانُ مُصاحِبٌ

وَإِن عاقَ لَيلٌ فَالحُسامُ ضَجيعُ

وَإِن عاقَ لَيلٌ فَالحُسامُ ضَجيعُ

When dawn shines clear, my stallion is my companion;

I left the nights behind me hated

And if night impedes me, my sword is my bedfellow.

And the overwhelming swarms of insects accompanied me

تَرَكتُ اللَيالي خَلفَ ظَهري رَذِيَّةً

تَرَكتُ اللَيالي خَلفَ ظَهري رَذِيَّةً

وَصاحَبَني طاغي الذُبابِ قَطوعُ

وَصاحَبَني طاغي الذُبابِ قَطوعُ

I left the nights behind my back, exhausted,

I ventured fascinated by what I seek

And a sword, fierce at the point and keen to cut, accompanied me.

I traverse the darkness while the seekers are asleep

وَخاطَرتُ مَشغوفاً بِما أَنا طالِبٌ

وَخاطَرتُ مَشغوفاً بِما أَنا طالِبٌ

أَجوبُ الدُجى وَالطالِبونَ هُجوعُ

أَجوبُ الدُجى وَالطالِبونَ هُجوعُ

And I took risks, enthralled by what I sought,

Be informed that a spear whose attack is not piercing is useless

Roaming the darkness while other seekers slept.

And a sword that does not strike violently is blunt

أَلا إِنَّ رُمحاً لا يَصولُ لَنَبعَةٌ

أَلا إِنَّ رُمحاً لا يَصولُ لَنَبعَةٌ

وَإِنَّ حُساماً لا يَقُدُّ قَطيعُ

وَإِنَّ حُساماً لا يَقُدُّ قَطيعُ

Indeed, a spear that does not charge is merely a nabʿ branch,

And I left behind me men from Qais and Khindif

And a sword that does not cleave is a broken blade.

Without my chest provoking them to war

وَفارَقتُ مِن أَبناءِ قَيسٍ وَخِندِفٍ

وَفارَقتُ مِن أَبناءِ قَيسٍ وَخِندِفٍ

رِجالاً وَلَم تَنفُر عَلَيَّ ضُلوعُ

رِجالاً وَلَم تَنفُر عَلَيَّ ضُلوعُ

And I parted from the sons of Qays and Khindif—

I left them calling while my tears were streaming

Men whose ribs had never recoiled against me.

But my eyes did not allow them to shed tears on me

تَرَكتُهُمُ يَدعونَ وَالدَمعُ ناشِزٌ

تَرَكتُهُمُ يَدعونَ وَالدَمعُ ناشِزٌ

وَما مَلَكَت طَرفي عَلَيَّ دُموعُ

وَما مَلَكَت طَرفي عَلَيَّ دُموعُ

I left them calling out, with tears welling up,

A farewell heart cautioned them against me

Yet no tears mastered my gaze against my will.

And a resolute determination to meet the men head-on

وَحَذَّرَهُم مِنّي فُؤادٌ مُشَيَّعٌ

وَحَذَّرَهُم مِنّي فُؤادٌ مُشَيَّعٌ

وَعَزمٌ لِأَقانِ الرِجالِ قَطوعُ

وَعَزمٌ لِأَقانِ الرِجالِ قَطوعُ

A courageous heart warned them against me,

And a soul free in confronting catastrophes

And a resolve that cuts down rival men.

And a heart obedient in the war of time

وَنَفسٌ عَلى كَرِّ النَوائِبِ حُرَّةٌ

وَنَفسٌ عَلى كَرِّ النَوائِبِ حُرَّةٌ

وَقَلبٌ عَلى حَربِ الزَمانِ مُطيعُ

وَقَلبٌ عَلى حَربِ الزَمانِ مُطيعُ

And a soul free amid calamities' repeated assaults,

And I said: Accepting oppression is the greatest fault

And a heart obedient in the war against time.

And the free man in the land is not lost

وَقُلتُ قَبولُ الضَيمِ أَعظَمُ خَطَّةٍ

وَقُلتُ قَبولُ الضَيمِ أَعظَمُ خَطَّةٍ

وَما الحُرُّ في رَحبِ البِلادِ مَضيعُ

وَما الحُرُّ في رَحبِ البِلادِ مَضيعُ

And I said: accepting humiliation is the gravest course,

So when I saw humiliation among the people was common

And a free man is not lost in the breadth of the lands.

I left and no return was possible to me

فَلَمّا رَأَيتُ الذُلَّ في القَومِ سُبَّةً

فَلَمّا رَأَيتُ الذُلَّ في القَومِ سُبَّةً

ذَهَبتُ فَلَم يُقدَر عَلَيَّ رُجوعُ

ذَهَبتُ فَلَم يُقدَر عَلَيَّ رُجوعُ

When I saw abasement as a stain upon the people,

Lo, my night in Iraq is as if

I departed, and no return could be forced upon me.

It is an emaciated camel avoided by men

أَلا إِنَّ لَيلي بِالعِراقِ كَأَنَّهُ

أَلا إِنَّ لَيلي بِالعِراقِ كَأَنَّهُ

طَليحٌ تَجافاهُ الرِجالُ ظَليعُ

طَليحٌ تَجافاهُ الرِجالُ ظَليعُ

Indeed, my night in Iraq is like

Resident who brings me worries and my watcher

An exhausted, lame beast that men have abandoned:

Is preoccupied with the backs of the stars and burning

مُقيمٌ يُعاطيني الهُمومَ وَناظِري

مُقيمٌ يُعاطيني الهُمومَ وَناظِري

مُعَنىً بِأَعجازِ النُجومِ وَلَوعُ

مُعَنىً بِأَعجازِ النُجومِ وَلَوعُ

It stays, offering me cares, while my gaze

And horse(s) whose purity we shattered in the darkness of night

Is troubled, obsessed with the stars' trailing ends.

Their hooves make the pebbles quiver and frightened

وَخَيلٍ أَبَحناها السَماوَةَ وَالوَجى

وَخَيلٍ أَبَحناها السَماوَةَ وَالوَجى

تُنَفِّرُ أَيديها الحَصى وَتَروعُ

تُنَفِّرُ أَيديها الحَصى وَتَروعُ

And horses we loosed in al-Samawah, their hooves growing sore—

Until dawn rises and the night departs dejectedly

Their forelegs scattered pebbles and struck fear,

Abandoning its horrors, and the planets are gazing

إِلى أَن تَسامى الصُبحُ وَاللَيلُ لافِظٌ

إِلى أَن تَسامى الصُبحُ وَاللَيلُ لافِظٌ

حُشاشَتَهُ وَالطالِعاتُ تَريعُ

حُشاشَتَهُ وَالطالِعاتُ تَريعُ

Until dawn rose high, while night was casting out

And by God I survived a day in Iraq

Its last breath, and the rising stars withdrew.

Though the hands of death were about to fall

وَلِلَّهِ يَومٌ بِالعِراقِ نَجَوتُهُ

وَلِلَّهِ يَومٌ بِالعِراقِ نَجَوتُهُ

وَأَيدي المَنايا بِالنَجاءِ وُقوعُ

وَأَيدي المَنايا بِالنَجاءِ وُقوعُ

By God, what a day in Iraq I escaped,

I slipped away from it, slipped like a smooth pocket

While death's hands were closing upon my flight!

And it bent inside the pockets of oath-breakers

تَمَلَّستُ مِنُه أَملَسَ الجَيبِ وَاِنثَنى

تَمَلَّستُ مِنُه أَملَسَ الجَيبِ وَاِنثَنى

لَهُ في جُيوبِ الناكِثينَ رُدوعُ

لَهُ في جُيوبِ الناكِثينَ رُدوعُ

I slipped free of it with my shirtfront unmarked, while it turned back

Mouths vie over it, in every arena

With bloodstains on the shirtfronts of the oath-breakers.

And every tradition in which I was the innovator

تَنازَعُهُ الأَفواهُ في كُلِّ مَشهَدٍ

تَنازَعُهُ الأَفواهُ في كُلِّ مَشهَدٍ

وَكُلُّ حَدِيٍّ كُنتُ فيهِ بَديعُ

وَكُلُّ حَدِيٍّ كُنتُ فيهِ بَديعُ

Mouths vie to recount it at every gathering,

We tasted it, and we let our spears drink from its blood

And every tale in which I figured is marvelous.

And hopes of men were cloven by its gaping wounds

طَعِمنا وَأَطعَمنا القَنا مِن دِمائِهِ

طَعِمنا وَأَطعَمنا القَنا مِن دِمائِهِ

وَسارَت بِآمالِ الرِجالِ صُدوعُ

وَسارَت بِآمالِ الرِجالِ صُدوعُ

We tasted its blood and fed the spears with it,

And our hands conceal the bases of our spears

And cracks spread through men's hopes.

While their tips roam between hearts

وَتَحفَظُ أَيدينا كُعوبَ رِماحِنا

وَتَحفَظُ أَيدينا كُعوبَ رِماحِنا

وَأَطرافُها بَينَ القُلوبِ تَضيعُ

وَأَطرافُها بَينَ القُلوبِ تَضيعُ

Our hands hold fast to the joints of our spears,

My greed is to own all the glory

While their points disappear among hearts.

And every boy aspires to the heights

طَماعِيَتي أَن أَملِكَ المَجدَ كُلَّهُ

طَماعِيَتي أَن أَملِكَ المَجدَ كُلَّهُ

وَكُلُّ غُلامٍ في العَلاءِ طَموعُ

وَكُلُّ غُلامٍ في العَلاءِ طَموعُ

My ambition is to possess all glory,

And a friend who hands me cups as a courtesy

And every youth is eager for the heights.

And he wished the mint were copious

وَمَولىً يُعاطيني الكُؤوسَ تَجَمُّلاً

وَمَولىً يُعاطيني الكُؤوسَ تَجَمُّلاً

وَقَد وَدَّ لَو أَنَّ العُقارَ نَجيعُ

وَقَد وَدَّ لَو أَنَّ العُقارَ نَجيعُ

And an ally passed me cups in a show of courtesy,

I hid in my ribs a deadly assault for him

Though he wished the wine were fresh blood.

On the day of traitors, it will startle him

خَبَأتُ لَهُ ما بَينَ جَنبيَّ فَتكَةً

خَبَأتُ لَهُ ما بَينَ جَنبيَّ فَتكَةً

دَهَتهُ وَيَومُ الغادِرينَ شَنيعُ

دَهَتهُ وَيَومُ الغادِرينَ شَنيعُ

I hid a deadly ambush for him between my flanks;

Since no day lasts whose loyalty endures

It struck him, and grim is the day of traitors.

Then loyalty in time is a wonder

فَلا كانَ يَومٌ لا يَدومُ وَفاؤُهُ

فَلا كانَ يَومٌ لا يَدومُ وَفاؤُهُ

فَإِنَّ وَفاءً في الزَمانِ بَديعُ

فَإِنَّ وَفاءً في الزَمانِ بَديعُ

May no day exist whose loyalty does not endure,

Some sayings of speakers are falsified

For loyalty in time is a rare wonder.

And some visitors of relatives are deceivers

وَبَوضُ مَقالِ القائِلينَ مُكَذَّبٌ

وَبَوضُ مَقالِ القائِلينَ مُكَذَّبٌ

وَبَعضُ وِرادِ الأَقرَبينَ خَدوعُ

وَبَعضُ وِرادِ الأَقرَبينَ خَدوعُ

And some of what speakers say is belied,

I see a guided one listening while none is speaking

And some visits from the closest kin are deceptive.

And one seeking guidance calling while none can hear

أَرى راشِداً يُصغي وَليسَ مُكَلَّمٌ

أَرى راشِداً يُصغي وَليسَ مُكَلَّمٌ

وَمُستَرشَدٌ يَدعو وَليسَ سَميعُ

وَمُستَرشَدٌ يَدعو وَليسَ سَميعُ

I see a rightly guided man listening though not addressed,

People are nothing but a pretentious eulogizer

And a consulted guide calling, though he does not listen.

And another, the train of whose cloak is vile

وَما الناسُ إِلا ماجِدٌ مُتَلَثِّمٌ

وَما الناسُ إِلا ماجِدٌ مُتَلَثِّمٌ

وَآخَرُ مَجرورُ العِطافِ خَليعُ

وَآخَرُ مَجرورُ العِطافِ خَليعُ

People are only a noble man veiling his face,

Time is naught but blessings and tribulations

And another, trailing his cloak, dissolute.

And creatures are naught but secure and terrified

وَما الدَهرُ إِلّا نِعمَةٌ وَمُصيبَةٌ

وَما الدَهرُ إِلّا نِعمَةٌ وَمُصيبَةٌ

وَما الخَلقُ إِلّا آمَنٌ وَجَزوعُ

وَما الخَلقُ إِلّا آمَنٌ وَجَزوعُ

Time is nothing but blessing and calamity,

The day of soft steps, hand-clapping

And mankind is nothing but the secure and the fearful.

And the speech of creaky sandals braying

وَيَومُ رَقيقِ الطُرَّتينِ مُصَفِّقٌ

وَيَومُ رَقيقِ الطُرَّتينِ مُصَفِّقٌ

وَخَطبُ جُرازِ المَضرَبَينِ قَطيعُ

وَخَطبُ جُرازِ المَضرَبَينِ قَطيعُ

And a day, delicate at both fringes, claps its hands,

It astonished me — it moves with us while standing still

And a calamity, keen at both striking edges, severs.

It eats from our lifetimes and is ravenous

عَجِبتُ لَهُ يَسري بِنا وَهوَ واقِفٌ

عَجِبتُ لَهُ يَسري بِنا وَهوَ واقِفٌ

وَيَأكُلُ مِن أَعمارِنا وَيَجوعُ

وَيَأكُلُ مِن أَعمارِنا وَيَجوعُ

I marvel at it: it travels with us while standing still,

Which man of Saʿd's offspring did I befriend

And it consumes our lifespans, yet hungers.

That did not debase those roots with branches?

وَأَيُّن فَتىً مِن فَرعِ سَعدٍ صَحِبتُه

وَأَيُّن فَتىً مِن فَرعِ سَعدٍ صَحِبتُه

وَما هَجَنَت تِلكَ الأُصولَ فُروعُ

وَما هَجَنَت تِلكَ الأُصولَ فُروعُ

And what a youth of Sa'd's stock I accompanied!

Lightweight on the back of the noble that shakes him

No branches have debased those roots.

Poems on his shoulders and short poetry

خَفيفٌ عَلى ظَهرِ النَجيبِ تَهُزُّهُ

خَفيفٌ عَلى ظَهرِ النَجيبِ تَهُزُّهُ

عُروضٌ عَلى أَعطافِهِ وَقُطوعُ

عُروضٌ عَلى أَعطافِهِ وَقُطوعُ

Light on the noble camel's back, he is rocked

When one day is obscured, his honor's face rises

By baggage along its flanks, and saddlecloths.

And for us the full moon has setting and rising

إِذا غابَ يَومٌ أَطلَعَ العِزُّ وَجهَهُ

إِذا غابَ يَومٌ أَطلَعَ العِزُّ وَجهَهُ

وَلِلبَدرِ فينا مَغرِبٌ وَطُلوعُ

وَلِلبَدرِ فينا مَغرِبٌ وَطُلوعُ

When a day sets, glory raises his face,

I will pounce from the night of disorder and escape

And among us the full moon has a setting and a rising.

To an abode where time is submissive

سَأَنقُضُ مِن لَيلِ الثَوِيَّةِ وَفرَتي

سَأَنقُضُ مِن لَيلِ الثَوِيَّةِ وَفرَتي

إِلى مَنزِلٍ لِلدَهرِ فيهِ خُضوعُ

إِلى مَنزِلٍ لِلدَهرِ فيهِ خُضوعُ

I shall shake my locks free of al-Thawiyyah's night,

I see the stallion whose lips the bridle has chafed

Toward a dwelling where time itself submits.

And without him is the rugged, firm ground

أَرى العيسَ قَد خاطَ اللُغامُ شِفاهَها

أَرى العيسَ قَد خاطَ اللُغامُ شِفاهَها

وَمِن دونِها صَعبُ الضِرابِ مَنيعُ

وَمِن دونِها صَعبُ الضِرابِ مَنيعُ

I see the pale camels: foam has stitched their lips,

When crisis seizes him, deliverance takes him

And before them stands a fierce fighter, unassailable.

And the legs of the steed bound forth

إِذا أَخَذَت مِنها الأَزِمَّةُ حَثَّها

إِذا أَخَذَت مِنها الأَزِمَّةُ حَثَّها

نَجاءٌ وَأَعضادُ المَطِيِّ تَبوعُ

نَجاءٌ وَأَعضادُ المَطِيِّ تَبوعُ

When the reins hold them back, they are urged onward

As for us, when the whips wave boastfully

By haste, and the mounts' upper forelegs follow in turn.

We bow down on its withers and kneel

وَنَحنُ إِذا طارَ السِياطُ بِشَأوِها

وَنَحنُ إِذا طارَ السِياطُ بِشَأوِها

سُجودٌ عَلى أَكوارِها وَرُكوعُ

سُجودٌ عَلى أَكوارِها وَرُكوعُ

And we, when the whips fly with their racing speed,

I do not accept satisfaction from time

Are prostrate over their saddles, and bowing.

And my resolve is taken while time is prevented

وَإِنِّيَ لا أَرضى مِنَ الدَهرِ بِالرِضا

وَإِنِّيَ لا أَرضى مِنَ الدَهرِ بِالرِضا

وَعَزمي أَخوذٌ وَالزَمانُ مَنوعُ

وَعَزمي أَخوذٌ وَالزَمانُ مَنوعُ

And I will not settle for mere satisfaction from time,

In life, the suckling of the udder is speckled

My resolve is grasping, while time withholds.

And on earth, the pasturing plain is verdant

وَفي العَيشِ مَشمولُ النِطافِ مُرَقرَقٌ

وَفي العَيشِ مَشمولُ النِطافِ مُرَقرَقٌ

وَفي الأَرضِ مُخضَرُّ الجَنابِ مَريعُ

وَفي الأَرضِ مُخضَرُّ الجَنابِ مَريعُ

And in life is a shimmering draught cooled by the north wind,

And on earth, a fertile place with verdant borders.