ما بالُ شمسِ ضحانا في منازلها

قد غالها من أعالي جريها السَّلْخُ

Why does the bright sun at noon in her dwelling-place

Seem as though she had been overcome from the height of her course by swooning?

والبدر من بعد ما هلّت أشعته

أطفا جمال محيّا نوره المَسخُ

And the full moon after she has let flow her rays

Has darkened the beauty of her face and quenched her light with eclipse?

وأَليلَ الليلُ في وسط النهار وقد

قام الرقود ولم يُنهضْهمُ النفخ

And the night in the midst of the day draws her skirt

And the sleepers have risen, though the trumpet sounded them not.

فقيل إنا رأينا الرب مرتفعاً

على الصليب وأوهى جنبَه الشدخ

For they say, “We have seen the Lord crucified

And the spear pierced His side, breaking the bones.”

لا غرو أن تنطوي الأكوان في نفقٍ

ويعتري نورَها التكوير والنسخ

No wonder if the worlds fall into chaos and decay

And their splendor is spoiled and turned into nothingness.