1. Will my moment shine with gardens of engraved patterns
Arranged by fingers of the archer?

2. And rush to me in a bouquet, so I may pluck
The sweetest fruits from its well-tended grove?

3. And fan the heat of my wings with its breeze,
With its flowers and scattered showers?

4. And settle my hopes which had abandoned me
In its shade on the embroidered carpet?

5. And see its streams bare swords
To battle my home of sleepy tent pegs?

6. Clarifying with it the whites of meanings shredded
Behind the blacks of resting camel litters?

7. And see in it the king of eloquence towering
In blacks of flags and whites of armies?