عَــيْـنُ الحَـــيَـــاةِ بَــــدَا عَــلَـى أَرْجَــائــهَــا خِــضْـر الــنَــبَــاتْ يُـمِـيـسُ كَالمُـتَـبَخْتَرْ لَمْ يَــبْــقِ فِي تَـــأرِيخِـــهَـــا (بَـــــرٌ) فَقُلْ (بَحْرَ الـــنَـــدَى أَجْـــرَى مِـيَـاهْ الـكَــوْثَرْ))‎ The spring of life came to its banks, the green of the plants began prancing. No (land) was left in its record, so say: (This sea of generosity sprouted waters of Kowthar)