1. وكم طويتُ بساطِ البيدِ منْفَرداً

    والأفْقُ يَنْثُرُ في أرجائه الغَسَقا

    And how often have I rolled up the deserts’ carpet alone,

    while the horizon scatters darkness through its reaches,

  2. وأدهَمُ الليلِ يُبدي من تتعّبِه

    من النجومِ على لَبّاتِه عَرَقا

    and night’s black steed, in its weariness, reveals

    sweat of stars upon its breast.