1. Through the dark night we drifted,
Until dawn's star rose on the horizon.

2. As if the Pleiades were there, seven gems,
With a necklace strung between, composing a poem.

3. You'd think them a troop of shooting stars
In white turbans, on gray steeds.

4. As if a bier were brought to a man in grief
By his sons, who thought his death was certain.

5. As if the dawn's cleft were fire, behind
A thick veil, with a soul rising through it.

6. You'd think it a Roman child, born
To a black maid, standing erect.

7. Did she sense, when bearing him,
That he was born for a single day, so old age whitened him?

8. The day's sun melted for us
A spirit in the sky, with a body on earth.