وبدر تبدّى شاهراً سيف جفنه

فروّع أهل الحب من ذلك الشهر

The full moon appeared, unsheathing the sword of its eyelids,

Branching out the love of that month.

وليلة أبصرنا هلال جبينه

علمنا يقينا أنها غرّة الشهر

And the night we saw the crescent of his forehead,

We knew for certain it was the first of the month.