1. I have become restless while the eyes of dawn are sleepy,
And the sun is resting from the sight of its seeker.

2. It provokes strife in the arenas as if
It is a lion startled by it, and fire kindles it.

3. Fortresses whose peaks are difficult, whose claws are firm
As if they were made of iron constructed in them.

4. It is as if their eyes are fear roaming in it,
Going around the remains of melted sand in their valleys.

5. She turns them with easy ladles
Uncovering their cooking pots, then hiding them.

6. She can almost recognize in the eyes of their teacher
Commands from the conscience of the heart suggesting them.

7. I guided them insistently until their paths shone
And their streams bent and their waves roared.

8. In them are varieties of birds classified,
Glory to their Creator in us and their Maker.

9. Adorned with gilded colors
Lined with expensive skins, beautiful and modest.

10. As if they are gardens among which is a flower
That surrounds their interiors, and around them are their suburbs.

11. Embroidered with the flags of those who marched
Like tree trunks, she spreads them now and folds them.

12. What do you think, and the beasts similar to lions have for them
Secret passions that have judged them.