1. The darkness shone with flames
When stars appeared in the night like falling stars

2. So it shone in its crown and excelled
The darkness of sorrows and worries disappeared

3. A withered old woman whose braids turned white
And the branches of the night did not turn grey

4. It rose like a laughing sun
From the setting of the sun behind the veils

5. We have never seen before its sight
Laughing in the garb of a mourner

6. How can her braids not be sweet
When she is a kind of gentleness

7. Her tresses and the night is turbaned
And the stars of the horizon did not set

8. Spears of silver were planted
Above sand dunes of gold

9. Or rubies lined up
Between our hands on rods

10. Or lamps shining
In the garb of an onlooker

11. Or spears stabbed in battle
So they turned red and gentle

12. Or arrows their blades made of gold
Except for the darkness they did not hit

13. Or the high red flags
Spread out in an arid expanse

14. Or the evening glow was raised
Above the edges of the curved canal

15. Or from her braids
An afterglow for the sun that did not set

16. Or lights were raised for the villages
Visible in the far away sand dunes

17. Or the flames of passions shone
To the eye beyond imagination

18. Or the eyes of the lions closed
In the far away thickets of reed

19. Or the cheeks of the young women shining
Illuminating the surface of the dunes

20. Or the anemones of the meadow arranged
Above a stream of reed

21. Or far away water lilies raised
Above rods from the west