1. O Lord of the night whose garment I yearn for
The union has perfumed our breath for us

2. The star did not take long therein to feel it
Leave the man of Qays and leave his poem

3. The new moon fled swiftly having felt it
Like lightning when it hastens its theft

4. Bowing its head towards the Pleiades
Do you know the limper and his lameness?