ياساريا حيَّره ضلالُهُ
ضوء البلاد قد خَبا ذبالهُ
O night traveler, bewildered by his own wandering,
O my companion, his misguidance has confused him,
The light of the land—its wick has gone out.
The light of the country has faded, its flame has gone out.
Sol 5.6