كم زارني والثريا يلوها قمرٌ

والليل منسدلُ الأذيال والطنب

How many have visited me, the chandelier adorned by the moon,

As the night lowers its tails and tambourines,

كأسود وله كف خواتمها

در تحمل مرآةً من الذهب

Like lions whose paws are ringed

Bearing a golden mirror