لَمْ يَسْرِ بَينَهُمُ الخَيالُ لِغَيْرةٍ

لَمْ يَسْرِ بَينَهُمُ الخَيالُ لِغَيْرةٍ

هَجَرَتْ مَخَافتَها المَنامَ عُيُونُ

هَجَرَتْ مَخَافتَها المَنامَ عُيُونُ

The phantom did not journey among them by night, because of jealousy;

Imagination did not pass between them out of jealousy

eyes forsook sleep for fear of it.

Her fearful eyes abandoned sleep

وَلَرُبمَّا رَكِبَ المَهاوِلَ طارِقاً

وَلَرُبمَّا رَكِبَ المَهاوِلَ طارِقاً

والصُّبْحُ طِفْلٌ تَارَةً وَجَنِينُ

والصُّبْحُ طِفْلٌ تَارَةً وَجَنِينُ

Yet how often it braved terrors as a night visitor,

And he would sometimes mount his stallion in the dark

while dawn was now an infant, now a fetus.

While the dawn was at times a child, at others a fetus