ساوَرْتُ أسْوَدَ منْ ظَلامِ دُجىً

ساوَرْتُ أسْوَدَ منْ ظَلامِ دُجىً

مَنْ نابَهُ فإلى الهُمومِ دُفِعْ

مَنْ نابَهُ فإلى الهُمومِ دُفِعْ

I grappled with one blacker than the darkness of night.

I rode through the blackness of darkest night

Whoever it afflicted was driven into sorrow.

Whose fangs push away all worries and plight

أنا لا أقولُ سَطا الصّباحُ بِه

أنا لا أقولُ سَطا الصّباحُ بِه

لَكِنْ طَغى ثُعْبانُهُ فرُفِعْ

لَكِنْ طَغى ثُعْبانُهُ فرُفِعْ

I do not say that morning assailed it,

I do not say the dawn has arisen with ease

But its serpent ran rampant, and so it was raised.

But that its serpent's veil has now been released