ها إِنَّها الجَوزاء في غَربِها

ناعِسَة أَنجُمُها تُسحَبُ

Behold, the constellation Sagittarius setting in the west,

Its stars dragging drowsily away.

نِطاقُها وَاهٍ لِتغريبها

يَنسَلُ مِنها كَوكَبٌ كَوكَبُ

Its belt slips off as it sinks into the horizon,

Star by star detaching itself and slipping away.

كَأَنَّما الشعري سِنان لَهُ

نَيط بِهِ ديباجه الغَيهَبُ

As though the archer's arrow were a silver thread

Piercing the brocade of the vanishing night.

كَأَنَّما لَمعُ سُهيل سَنا

نارٍ عَلى رابِيَةٍ يَثقبُ

As though Suhail's brilliance were a flashing blade

Stabbing holes in a dark tent.