Flashes of lightning gleamed to us at al-Abraqán

Flashes of lightning gleamed to us at al-Abraqán, and their peals of thunder crashed between the ribs.
Their clouds poured rain on every meadow and on every quivering branch that bends towards thee.
The watercourses were flooded and the breeze wafted perfume, and a ringdove flapped her wings and a twig put forth leaves.
They pitched the red tents between rivulets (creeping) like serpents, amongst which were seated
Friendly damsels, bright of countenance, rising like the suns, large-eyed, noble, of generous race, and limber.