1. Behold, the constellation Sagittarius setting in the west,
Its stars dragging drowsily away.

2. Its belt slips off as it sinks into the horizon,
Star by star detaching itself and slipping away.

3. As though the archer's arrow were a silver thread
Piercing the brocade of the vanishing night.

4. As though Suhail's brilliance were a flashing blade
Stabbing holes in a dark tent.