وقد كلَّمتْ قلبي سيوفُ لِحَاظِهِ

شكوتُ إليها قِصَّتي وهي تبسِمُ

The swords spoke to my heart through their sheaths

I told my story to her as she smiled

فلم أَرَ بدراً ضاحكاً قبلَ وجهها

ولم تَرَ قبلي ميتاً يتكلمُ

I’d never seen the full moon laugh like her face

And she’d never seen a dead man speak before me