فآنَسَت بَعدَما مالَ الرُقادُ بِنا

بِذي سَلامانِ ضَوءاً مِن سَنا نارِ

After sleep had turned us away,

I glimpsed a light from the lamp of Solomon

كَلامِح البَرقِ أَحياناً تُطَفّقهُ

ريحٌ خَريقٌ دَبورٌ بَينَ أَستارِ

Like flashes of lightning that would sometimes shine

A piercing wind amidst the veils