1. يَدعُو الضُّيوفَ بِأَلسُنٍ مِن نارِهِ

    يُمسي الكَرِيمُ بها مُجَابَ دُعاءِ

    He calls the guests with tongues of his fire.

    Through it, at evening, the generous man's call is answered.

  2. يَمحُو سَوادَ اللَّيْلِ أَلويَةٌ لها

    حُمْرٌ تَسِيرُ أَمامَ كُلِّ لِواءِ

    Its banners erase the blackness of night,

    Red, marching before every standard.

  3. يَأْوِي لها يَمَنٌ وقَيْسٌ رايةً

    حَمراءَ تَصدُرُ عَن يَدٍ بَيضاءِ

    Yemen and Qays seek refuge with it—a banner

    Red, issuing from a white hand.

  4. فبِأَيِّ قدْحٍ نَرتَقِي لِعَلائِهِ

    ما أَبعدَ الشِّعْرَى مِن الشُّعَراءِ

    By what spark, then, can we rise to his eminence?

    How far Sirius is from the poets!