ياليلةَ قطّعتُ عمرَ ظلامِها

بمدامةٍ صفراءَ ذاتِ تأجُّجِ

O night, I have cut through the darkness of its length

With a yellow goblet of glowing embers

بالسّاحلِ النامي روائحُ نشرهِ

عن روضهِ المتضوِّعِ

On the sleepy coast, scents of its diffusion

From the meadow of languor

واليمُّ زاهٍ قد هدا تيارُهُ

مِن بعدِ طُولِ تقلُّقٍ وتموُّجِ

And the sea has calmed its currents

After long restlessness and swelling

طوراً تُدغدِغُه الشّمالُ وتارةً

يكرى فتوقظُه بناتُ الخزرجِ

Now the north titillates it and now

The daughters of al-Khazraj awaken it

والبدرُ قد ألقى سَنا أنوارِه

في لُجِّهِ المتجعِّدِ المُتدبِّجِ

And the moon has cast the radiance of its brilliance

In its furrowed, embroidered pond

فكأنّهُ اذ قدَّ صفحةَ متنهِ

بشعاعهِ المتوقّدِ المتوهِّجِ

So it is as if when it has folded the page of its surface

With its blazing, glowing illumination

نهرٌ تكوّن مِن نُضارٍ مائعٍ

يجري على أرضٍ مِن الفَيرُوزَجِ

A river is formed of molten luminosity

Flowing over a land of turquoise