إِذا ما سَقى اللَهُ البَساتينَ كُلَّها

إِذا ما سَقى اللَهُ البَساتينَ كُلَّها

سَجالَ سَحابٍ دائِمِ الوَكفِ مُنسَكِب

سَجالَ سَحابٍ دائِمِ الوَكفِ مُنسَكِب

When God waters all the gardens

When God waters all the gardens

With torrents from a cloud that drips unceasingly, pouring down,

With clouds of constant pouring rain

فَأَعطَشَ بُستاني الإِلَهُ وَلا سَقى

فَأَعطَشَ بُستاني الإِلَهُ وَلا سَقى

لَهُ طاقَةٌ ما لاحَ نَجمٌ وَما غَرَب

لَهُ طاقَةٌ ما لاحَ نَجمٌ وَما غَرَب

Then may God leave my garden thirsty, and never water

Yet leaves my garden thirsting still

A single sprig in it, so long as a star shines or sets.

Beyond the reach of moon or sun