قَد أَغتَدي وَفي الدُجى مَبالِغُ

قَد أَغتَدي وَفي الدُجى مَبالِغُ

وَالفَجرُ لِلساقَةِ مِنها صائِغُ

وَالفَجرُ لِلساقَةِ مِنها صائِغُ

At times I set out early, while darkness still stretches far.

I have become intoxicated while the darkness abounds,

And dawn is a goldsmith to its rearguard.

And dawn for the travelers from it is gleaming.

وَمِنهُ لِلصُبحِ خَطيبٌ نابِغُ

وَمِنهُ لِلصُبحِ خَطيبٌ نابِغُ

وَاللَيلُ في المَغرِبِ عَنهُ رائِغُ

وَاللَيلُ في المَغرِبِ عَنهُ رائِغُ

And from it comes a gifted orator for morning.

From it, for the morning, an eloquent preacher,

And night slips away from it in the west.

And the night in the west from it is departing.

بِمَشرَفيٍّ في الدِماءِ والِغُ

بِمَشرَفيٍّ في الدِماءِ والِغُ

قُدَّ لَهُ قَميصُ وَشيٍ سابِغُ

قُدَّ لَهُ قَميصُ وَشيٍ سابِغُ

With a Mashrafi sword, lapping blood.

With blood-stained spendthrift garments donned,

An ample shirt of brocade was cut for it.

For him has been tailored a long youthful shirt,

وَمِنسَرٍ ماضي الشَباةِ دامِعُ

وَمِنسَرٍ ماضي الشَباةِ دامِعُ

يَملَأُ كَفَّيهِ جَناحٌ فارِغُ

يَملَأُ كَفَّيهِ جَناحٌ فارِغُ

And a beak, keen-pointed and weeping.

And a departing skirt with tears overflowing,

A broad wing fills its two palms.

Filling both his palms, wings expanding free.