وليلٍ بغى فيهِ الغُرابُ جناحَه

ولم يَنفصل عنهُ ولكنّهُ عمي

In a night when the raven folded its wings

And did not separate from it but rather was blind

دجاً فكأنّي من حناياهُ أو أتى

جريمةَ سوءٍ في سريرةِ مُجرمِ

In the darkness, as if I were in its corners or it had come

Upon an evil crime in the bed of a criminal

إذا قُلتُ أَينَ الصُّبحُ فاضت سدولُهُ

عليَّ كانّي مُستغيثُ بأبكمِ

If I say where is the dawn, its shadows overflow

Upon me as if I were crying out to a mute one

وأفزعُ مِن إطراقهِ فكأنّهُ

يُراصدُ إطلاقي نجيَّ التكتّمِ

And I am startled by its staring as if it

Were watching for my escape, savior of the secretive