وَنُهودِ غِيدٍ كَالأَسِنّةِ أُشرِعَت

ما أُشرِعَت إِلّا لِحَمي قِطافها

With the song of radiant morning awnings were spread

Awnings spread only to reap their dewy harvest

إِن تُنكِرا قَتلي بِها فَتَأَمّلا

تَجِدا دَمي قَد جَفَّ في أَطرافِها

If you deny that by them I was slain, look closely:

You will find my blood dried on their fringes