كم ليلةٍ ساهرتُ زُهْرَ نجُومها

والجوُّ من أنفاسِ وجديَ شاحِبُ

How many nights have I stayed up, the flowers of its stars

And the air from the sighs of my passion is wan

أرعى السماءَ ونجْمُها متلبِّدٌ

حيرانُ قد سُدَّتْ عليه مذاهبُ

I tend the sky and its star wears mourning

Perplexed, its paths are blocked to him

وكأنها بحرٌ يُعَبُّ عُبابُه

وكأنه فيها غريقٌ راسبُ

As though it is a sea with surging billows

As though in it there is a drowned swimmer

وترى بها أمَّ النجوم كجدولٍ

في روضةٍ فيها لجَينٌ ذائِبُ

And you see in it the mother of stars like a stream

In a garden wherein is a melting pleasure

وبناتُها سربُ الظِباء فواردٌ

أو صادرٌ أو جازيٌ أو قاربُ

And her daughters a flock of gazelles arriving

Or departing or passing by or drawing near