1. لَيلٍ كَما نَفَضَ الغُرابُ جَناحَهُ

    مُتَبَقِّعُ الأَعلى بَهيمُ الأَسفَلِ

    A night as though a raven had shaken out its wing,

    Mottled in its heights, pitch-black below.

  2. تَبدو الكَواكِبُ مِن فُتوقِ ظَلامِهِ

    لَمعَ الأَسِنَّةِ مِن فُتوقِ القَسطَلِ

    The stars appear through rents in its darkness,

    Like the gleam of spearheads through rents in battle-dust.

  3. وَتَرى الكَواكِبَ في المَجَرَّةِ شُرَّعاً

    مِثلَ الظِباءِ كَوارِعاً في جَدوَلِ

    And you see the stars entering the Milky Way,

    Like gazelles wading in a stream.