وَوادٍ كَجَوفِ العَيرِ قَفرٍ قَطَعتُهُ

تَرى السَقطَ في أَعلامِهِ كالكَراسِفِ

Through a valley like the interior of a desert ship I passed,

And a valley like the belly of a wild ass, desolate, I traversed,

You could see the twilight's banners like overturned boats.

Where you see the frost upon its landmarks like tufts of cotton.