The water is an expert at separations, knows how to separate so well

From the beaches, weeping willows, without the weeping and the lamentations

A tear separates from the eye, a little saltiness

Not as pure water from the marble separating

Like water from water, separation from separation

It is an expert at survival, always

To return to the beaches, to the wadis, to the seas

Seas seas from the clouds in layers of drips

To the marble slab shining from under it with happiness

You now, the beauty of the marble of your face