حَكَيْتُ سَنا الأفْقِ في بهْجَتي

وصُغْتُ كواكِبَهُ لي نِصالا

I told the horizon's splendor in my delight

And forged its stars for me as swords

ومِن عجَبٍ أنّ وجْهَ ابْنِ نصْرٍ

صباحٌ ويُطْلِعُ منّي هِلالا

And from wonder, the face of Ibn Nasr's son

Is dawn, rising in me as a crescent moon