ل ِيَهْدِرِ البَحْرُ وَكُلُّ ما يَملأُهُ، لِيَبْتَهِجِ الرِّيفُ وَكُلُّ ما فِيهِ.
Roar doth the sea, and its fulness, Exult doth the field, and all that in it,