1. One day I deceived fate about it, so I did not cease
Justifying myself with it being the wind's fault, along with my companions,

2. Near a garden whose bushes grew tall,
And the Nile generously watered it with its sweet water,

3. As if the purest musk were mixed with its soil,
So the winds blew it everywhere along with the dust,

4. As if the Nile's daughters and the winds were throwing
With them the coats of stallions with graying manes,

5. And sometimes the water seemed in the glow of morning
Like the blades of polished swords with curved hilts,

6. And if the morning breeze stirred it, you would think
It was flasks that girls were playing with, unsettled.

7. As if the waves in the tangled hair
Were stars of Tura in the darkness of an arduous night.