1. I have translated the Arabic poem into English, preserving the poem output:
The night has donned its darkest gown,

2. Yet dawn has not unveiled the light;
With arrows frolicking up and down,

3. His horse rears up in fevered flight.
His cheeks show features finely drawn

4. As if tattooed on his veil outright
From nape to lip, so fair a dawn,

5. Clear scripted lines in beauty's height.
By burnishing those lines he won

6. A sight to strike both fear and blight.
No beast escapes his daring run;

7. He counts the day he'll join the fight,
When warrior arose from sleep

8. A nomad's son warned of his might.
Then shelter in his tent he'll keep

9. Until a horseman comes in sight,
Continuing to tempt and sweep

10. His foes from back and front outright,
As if by war itself outborne

11. To thrust and pierce without respite.
The blow a noble knight has sworn

12. Strikes straight across to kill outright.
He tumbles prostrate and forlorn,