وَغِيدٍ تَعَادَوْا بِلَيْلِ الوَقودِ

وَشَيْطانُ طَرْفِي لَهُمْ يَسْرِقُ

And they stoked hatred in the firewood night

While the devil of my sight steals for them

فَدَلَّتْ ذَوائِبُ نِيرَانِهِمْ

عَلى أَنَّها شُهُبٌ تَحْرِقُ

So the flames’ tails showed

That they were comets burning