والغصن مهزوزُ القوام كَانَّما

والغصن مهزوزُ القوام كَانَّما

دارت عليه من الشمال شمولُ

دارت عليه من الشمال شمولُ

And the branch's form sways, as though

The swaying branch in rhythm with the wind

wine had come round to it from the north wind.

As though caressed by the north's loving hand

والدهرُ كالليل البهيم وأنتم

والدهرُ كالليل البهيم وأنتم

غُرَرٌ تنيرُ ظلامَه وحُجولُ

غُرَرٌ تنيرُ ظلامَه وحُجولُ

And time is like pitch-black night, while you are

While time seems like a beast stalking prey

white forehead blazes that light its darkness, and white fetlock markings.

You lights that pierce the darkness of its rule