بَيضاءُ تَسحَبُ مِن قيامٍ فَرعَها

بَيضاءُ تَسحَبُ مِن قيامٍ فَرعَها

وَتَغيبُ فيهِ وَهوَ جَثلٌ أَسحَمُ

وَتَغيبُ فيهِ وَهوَ جَثلٌ أَسحَمُ

A fair one trails her tresses though she stands upright;

A fair-skinned woman trails her hair as she stands,

She vanishes within them—they are luxuriant, raven-black.

And vanishes within it, thick and jet-black.

فَكأَنَّها فيهِ نَهارٌ ساطِعٌ

فَكأَنَّها فيهِ نَهارٌ ساطِعٌ

وَكأَنّهُ لَيلٌ عَليها مُظلِمُ

وَكأَنّهُ لَيلٌ عَليها مُظلِمُ

As though amid them she were radiant day,

So within it she is like a radiant day,

And they, upon her, were a darksome night.

And it is like a dark night over her.