رُبَّ لَيلٍ أَطالَهُ أَلَمُ الشَو

قِ وَفَقدُ الرُقادِ وَهوَ قَصيرُ

Many a night whose length was made long by the pain of love and loss of sleep, yet it was brief

In it the worries of passion raced with thoughts

راعَ فيهِ الكَرى تَباريحُ شَوقٍ

وَخَيالٌ جُنحَ الظَلامِ يَزورُ

And imagination, on the wings of darkness, paid a visit

A scene lit up and narrated to its teeth

راقَهُ مَنظَرٌ أَنارَ فَأَورى

لِسَناهُ ضَوء الصَباحِ المُنيرُ

The radiant light of dawn

A young lion that kills the fierce lions -

رَشَأٌ يَقتُلُ الأُسودَ غَريرٌ

كَيفَ يُردي الأُسودَ ظَبيٌ غَريرُ

How can a young lion destroy the fierce lions?